Strings Poem by r james sterzinger

it's either the rest home
or the noose

she tells me
you can't feel that way
feel what way
sweetheart?

everything has strings attached
everything moves with in it's own direction
everything falls apart

what I feel, I feel
if the masses run around happy
what's that to me?
I don't drink their booze
I don't take their drugs
I don't listen to their god

I married two times
the first one is dead
I had to sit and hold her hand as she died
strings attached
you bury the ones you love

the second marriage
has ground me up
spit me out
strings attached
big strings attached
house payment
child support
all tied in a bundle

someday's I feel
that I would like a big string
around my neck
but why let her win?