queer elegy by William P Struckesometimes my life's a wicked game in truth I know it's fucking lame
right now I need some help for free but no one's ever there for me
and when I try to get ahead behind I'm left and almost dead
everything I own's a piece of shit you'd think by now I'd be used to it
I think I want to wake from this dream this isn't where I thought I'd be
struggling to stay for one more show to march a Ramp W.B. to go --
My mind is numb I'm still awake I've got to, got to kick this fate what the hell have I given me? a pile of bills and poverty I want to go, I have to leave my time is short, no room to grieve
someone please tell me what to do my parents bailed, I'm royally screwed
I can't keep living on day-to-day I can't survive on next week's pay
I need a hope they say is gone I need someone to lead me on
I'd cry if I had time to breathe but tears won't come, I've got to leave
Mother forgive me taking this long to figure out I've done you wrong
Father I'm sorry you weren't there I know you worked, I know you cared.
I've got to go got to go got to leave --
good night.
(being poor sucks) 10/08/2003 Posted on 10/09/2003 Copyright © 2025 William P Strucke
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