GlueA Poem by Olmsted A. T.Glue Tried ups tried downs tried in betweens and back arounds tried everything to kill it but the need won’t go away Tried once tried twice tried every other kind of vice there’s no way to derail it man the pain is here to stay But in the end I’m still aping for it there’s no way to ignore it no how to bribe my mind free of it’s grip It haunts me like the old freight train’s whistle as it’s headed out of town (headed out of town) hauling her luggage and that broken fiddle I sold when I was down and out (down and out!) whiskey wash her from my mind come and warm my soul all I got’s this constant ache and it’s making me lose control Tried lust tried love tried sex rock n roll and drugs but nothing makes me smile like she used to do tried sports tried art tried to mend my broken heart but seems that I'm fresh out of glue © 2017 Olmsted A. T. |
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