American Dry (Parody)
In the very recent past,
There's something I remember,
A joy that invoked a smile.
I instantly seized the chance,
To gain reward past a glance,
A joy I'd feel deeply for awhile.
But one event stabbed my nerves,
Joy now distant in an adjacent curve,
My vision cast aside upon the floor,
I couldn't take it anymore.
It doesn't matter if I cried,
When a battle raged upon inside,
The pain and sorrow multiplied quick,
The instant my joy subsided.
So long euphoric joy,
Got my motorbike to dodge a pike,
The pike is a ploy.
While the others were fooled by decoy,
They left alone a poor boy,
To be without his euphoric joy.
Did joy fly in to us as love?
Was joy sent from heaven above?
Will orange bone-spurs let us know?
Do you have faith in beauty queens?
The power of portable computer screens?
Can you demonstrate happiness as a goal?
I know that joy is joyous too,
Since typing away former blues,
Sweet nothings said as truths,
But sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
I was a confusing cocky undergrad,
With a life of digitized notepads,
I was not Sir Gallahad,
The instant my joy subsided.
I said...
It doesn't matter if I cried,
When a battle raged upon inside,
The pain and sorrow multiplied quick,
The instant my joy subsided.
Now for some time I've had a goal,
To eat from a diamond encrusted bowl,
But that's not how things have always gone.
When the first joker barged his way in,
It was in the year 2000,
We didn't yet have the words to speak.
While the rightful heir was pointing up,
The joker grabbed his Floridan cup,
Nothing meaningful was done,
Rigged victory for a pilot's son.
In nineteen years, the next time around,
While hope and change had hit the ground,
A new joker fumbled upon the stage,
The instant my joy subsided,
I said...
It doesn't matter if I cried,
When a battle raged upon inside,
The pain and sorrow multiplied quick,
The instant my joy subsided.
Met her, left her, pain receptor,
The joy that left my last semester,
Coughing smoke and living fast.
When the last is first and first is last,
We'll work hard now and change the past,
While jokers tremble quite aghast.
The air thickened with great haste,
My mouth left with foggy taste,
The offshore drills, 2020 debate.
Life will probably end up going great,
I said...
It doesn't matter if I cried,
When a battle raged upon inside,
The pain and sorrow multiplied quick,
The instant my joy subsided.