The Futile Struggles Of Our Flawed And Fallen State: Watching And Filled With Pity

I wrote this many years ago:

He didn't understand addiction
until he was alone
and far from home.
He didn't understand the blues
until she did it to him.

He had seen the picture
and had read the placard.
When it happened to him
he was glad he had what it took
to get away.

What was left
was nothing much;
just a body with a soul
that craved release.

He knew way too much
so could talk to few.
Most things delved into by others
he knew to be untrue.

So then,
it's just a matter of time;
too long a time
unless a spark alight something new.

What is there new
except a repeat
of what was thought to be true

Saw a guy today with a ring
through his nose and one through his lip.
He couldn't change the world
so he thought he'd change himself...
though he didn't understand it
In this way.
He was just a dumb guy.

Saw a young nymph today
with her juices flowing.
But who is she fooling?
Saying she's looking for a nice guy
when all she wants is a good *&^%

The new world order
looks much like the old.
The truth once known,
In time, was not told.

And there she is at forty five
looking for Mr. Right
but he was there just last night.
He won't come again.

He dreams of company
and of being alone;
just one more beer
and he'll go home.

Buddha says your attachments
cause your suffering
with which I can't disagree.
And then there's Jesus with outstretched arms
saying "Come To Me."
They were both good guys.

He says he can't understand her
as he downs another drink.
The nature of the skunk
Is to, in times of trouble, stink.

Herein lies the answer.
A leopard cannot change spots
no more than a zebra can change stripes.
There's your answer.

The Sirens sounded lovely
and we know the result.
Yeah, music soothes the savage beast
and opiates one into sophisticated stupidity.

Tree branch fell on my car the other day
but I knew it didn't do it on purpose.
I knew it didn't.