Song: All The Usual Poem by Dave SmithWhite

Song: All The Usual



I have all the usual horrors,
That attaint to modern man.
To sing with the liberal chorus,
'Midst the shifting moral sands.

I have all the usual sorrows,
That plague the faint at heart.
That dislikes the constant terrors,
As death spikes high on the chart.

If I have a regret,
I ain't thought of it yet;
A barely aware kind of guy.
If I lived for the moment,
In both ecstasy and torment,
I never could figure out why.

If I had real remorse,
For the pain of divorce,
I would waltz to a music awry.
But this dude cannot dance;
So must brood in a trance,
To disdain the crude schmaltz, by the by.

If I've felt any guilt,
It is still to be built,
Or framed by my filter of lies.
So I'll name it's postponement,
As an act of atonement:
With the adornment of a telling disguise!

But have I misspoke?
Am I ethically broke,
To choke on woke words to the wise?
Who would choose to be sage,
In this burgeoning age;
Will my urge to be heard galvanize?

I have all the usual bravado,
That sustains the ancient art.
The poet of no tomorrows,
Remains to play his part.

I have all the usual neuroses;
I have all the usual fears.
To suffer fools and crazies;
As I live out my final years.

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