Snail trails  

Depressed I guess
Shouldn't think so much
Or at all
Sitting on a stool
Awaiting the fool
So bold and drunk when he arrives
So awfully pathetic
Two lives collide
Two souls that coincide
With tragic events
Of a lonely life that conspired
To steal my child, my home, my wife
I tried so hard
Only got so far
To start a new life
Some kind of shooting star
Had I known what I know now
I wouldn't change a thing
How else could I have lived
How else could I sing
My terrible drunken tale
With a hint of the sting
Slimy slithery life
Certainly God has mistook me for a snail.

© 2006  Joe Blow