When I won the sperm lottery
privilege was mine
that was my car pool, the front of the line
They taught me football
piano and drums
some taught their daughters to primp and to come
None of this was real
but yet it all was
none of this was real
we had no way of knowing
Everything held together
in a pause within the sea
held in the sweet coastal heat between you and me
We had been given
our own paradise
nobody warned us of the pain or the price
None of this was real
but yet it all was
none of this was real
so why didn’t you tell me?
Shouldn’t we ask for more than this?
Haven’t we already got more than we need?
Shouldn't we have asked for more
any more
any more than this?
Maybe cool shade trees
sorghum sweeps
and a little happiness?
Provoked by Rallentanda’s Poetry On Wednesday #17 prompt of Clean Straw for Nothing by George Johnston.
I like this poem.Well expressed and why only a little happiness? Personal freedom and a lot of happiness,I say..although it's hard to hang on to its slippery little tail!
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