Ramblins Poem by Matthew Ray Long

Of all the same things that I've seen in all the same things that I've done. I've always gotten so little love. I don't understand life lived the way most people live it. I wade through s**t up to my ears and I live with uncontrollable fears. Mind broken and busted up. The condition of the average man. Try to understand that you will never understand then act like a man take life by the hand and make your stand. Well here's my box and here's my spiel. Country livin is the only way to go out. My voice is scratchy my nose bleeds from the stink. Chemicals bathe the beautiful children. We opened pandoras purse and the cats out of the bag. Police and patron saints fist fight for souls in the street.