I’M NOT HAPPY
I’m not happy.
Am not happy.
But I think I am if I do this over again and again and again!
Because a friend gave me a little pill.
Filed with thrills!
Only for a ten-dollar bill
lining someone else’s Pockets with mills.
So, they can have a nice house on the hills.
While am stuck in the valley meeting random people in dark alleys.
Not knowing if this is going to be the last time.
I need to put this behind, but I can’t get it off my mind.
If I don’t have any money, I am stuck doing crimes.
If I am high, I am fine.
Even know the only thing I have left is reminiscing about the good times.
~ John M.