
Up the creek without a paddle
No way to get by
Just have to get back in the saddle
And give another try
They say it’s not rocket science
Well I have no PhD
But if you want to hear my two cents
It looks worse than math to me

Up the creek without a paddle
No way to get by
Just have to get back in the saddle
And give another try
They say it’s not rocket science
Well I have no PhD
But if you want to hear my two cents
It looks worse than math to me

Not those who leap, but those who trod
The narrow road with feet unshod
Are conquerors – those who scheme and snare
To fill with stolen wealth their lair
Ride on all those who walk the sod
Tis those who daily bear the fraud
Who find their way on roads so flawed
May sing the final victory prayer
Not those who leap
The mansions have no hills to plod
Nor deep pits hidden in the sod
To burn in meanness, heap with care
And rob of safety, food, and air
For conquerors are the ones who trod
Not those who leap

I saw you – I know what you did
Playing games with me like I was a kid
You think you tricked me, you think you got away
Well you got another thing coming today
Cause when you come knocking on my door
I won’t be around here no more
You can yell after me, call me names
But you’re the loser in your petty games

Purple petals drifting down
Scattered softly on the ground
Dry up in the summer heat
Crumbled brown beneath our feet
Buried by crisp leaves of fall
And winter’s snowy sparkling shawl
In chill spring air, green sprouts appear
The jeweled iris crowns the year

There was something
On my mind
Dig through files
Cannot find
What it was I
Had to say
It will come back
Somewhere, some way
But for now it’s
Lost in transit
Important words in
Jumbled typeset