Why do i want to cry


I woke up yesterday

i coundn’t believe my ears

radio was spilling lies

America home of the brave

land of the free

i went for a walk

to clear my head

i cound’nt believe my eyes

i got so sad i saw a vet

sleeping under a bridge

i wanted to scream i wanted i

wanted to cry and ask the newspapers

why oh why

i got to the park i saw the fuzz waking up

a homeless guy

i had to stop asked the fuzz why

it just the law you see

i got back home i wrote a song

i got my guitar jumped on the city

bus went for a ride

jumped of down town found a

corner and started to play

folks where dropping change i

played some more the fuzz came

and ask me for my permit

i said i though they said this was the home

of the brave and land of the free

he gave me a ticket i had to pay

with no pay i a starving artists

with no pay a poet writing from the

heart trying to change the world

one word at a time.the

fuzz said ok just not in this

police state

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I love my guitar, poetry, reading, writing, living life on the edge, Don't worry their no strangers here just strange people, Be sure to let me know you stop bye and let your hair down. Grab some coffee and hope you enjoy.
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