Broken Basket Blues Poem by Seth Proch
Broken Basket Blues
Had me a basket,
Filled it with eggs,
Dropped that poor basket,
When the earth missed my legs.
Tumbled through life,
Shell of a man,
Got egg on my face,
Got dirt on my hands.
Ain't got no basket,
It's all gone to waste,
Ain't got no future,
Cause I planned it in haste.
Oh Yolk-o!
Gotta slow down my pace,
Don't you know baby,
Can't leave eggs in one place.
March 21,2010
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