Smell the Concrete

My muse is what some call their blues
 

With this pain and trauma how can I lose
 

Unchain the poet let it lose save the wine spill the juice
 

Coach put me in I’ve been practicing taking my medicine
 

Thumbing through the pages of my notebook
 

Some I save some I tear out things I’m no longer about
 

Sweet and sour makes the best lemonade
 

Like the month of august needs some shade
 

Heaven can’t wait it sound like too good of a place
 

Hell is like something good gone to waste
 

I’m willing to die to this to live for that
 

On another page looking up I see sun rays
 

Ray Band some cool shades red Kool-Aid
 

I lived to tell it to tell it all
 

Why we rise when we fall
 

Take a good look out there

Exra! Extra!
 

Read all about it!
 

Listen to the radio activity
 

Vapors
 

Condos on the moon
 

No room
 

Members only
 

If the jacket fits
 

Decode it
 

Crack it
 

Jack it