I MADE MY BED BUT I CANNOT SLEEP.

I SPILT MY MILK BUT HAVE NO TEARS TO WEEP.

I CRAWLED BEFORE I TRIED TO WALK.

I WALKED THE WALK BUT COULDN’T TALK THE TALK.

I USED A SILVER SPOON SINCE BIRTH BUT IT DOES NOT SEEM TO WORK.

IT ALL SEEMS A SILLY BITTER QUIRK.

I WAS SURE TO MAKE A STITCH AT JUST THE RIGHT TIME, I MUST NOW SIT AND WAIT TO SEE IF IT SAVED NINE.

I NEVER MADE A MOUNTAIN OUT OF A TINY MOLE HILL, FOR ALL THE DRAMA AVOIDED I SIT HERE ALONE AND STILL.

I FIND LIFE’S BARK IS WORSE THAN ITS BITE,

I WIN THE DAILY STRUGGLE AND COME OUT TRIUMPHANT IN THE YEARLY FIGHTS.

I HEAR THE CRIES OF LET THEM EAT CAKE,

AND SEE THE COMMON PEOPLE TAKE, TAKE, TAKE.

I’M TOLD I CANNOT LIVE ON BREAD ALONE, AS I SQUEEZE EVERY ROCK TRYING TO GET BLOOD FROM A STONE.

I BURN THE CANDLE AT ONLY ONE END, FOR ALL MY TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS I HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE TO LEND.

MORE MONEY MORE PROBLEMS HAVE ECHOED FROM RECENT TIMES, AS IT REPLAYS OVER AND OVER SO DO THE CRIMES.

DEAD AND BURIED, PUSHING UP DAISIES IN A FIELD.

FROM HERE ON OUT, IN THE AFTER LIFE YOUR FATE IS SEALED.

 FRANKIE SCAVULLO 11/20/2002