Too Many (©2002 John T. Windle)
Too many clowns, too many frowns.
Too many smiles expected.
Too many colds, too many no’s.
Too many goals deflected.
Too many clowns. Too many frowns.
Too many cold's. Too many no's.
Too many rules, too many mules
With worn-down shoes, back-broken.
Too many fools, too many cools
With loves and lives unspoken.
Too many rules. Too many mules.
Too many fools. Too many cools.
Too many cuntacts erasing the futures
for newborns and re-borns
and old ones and dead ones.
Too many fingers in pies
that are feeding more lies,
beholding the mines that should be mine.
Too many shows, too many roles
Filled with the poor and the blindsome.
Too many holes, to many rogues,
Too many heads to the grindstone.
Too many shows. Too many roles.
Too many holes. Too many rogues.
Too many moans. Too many groans
coming from those who don’t know pain.
Too many clones. Too many loans
and claims for compensation.
Too many moans. too many clones.
Too many clones, too many moans.
Too many people, just too many people
are crowded on lowlands and flatlands and bad lands
Too many people, too many too many too many
just too many people,
there’re just too many people.
©2002 John T. Windle
Too many clowns, too many frowns.
Too many smiles expected.
Too many colds, too many no’s.
Too many goals deflected.
Too many clowns. Too many frowns.
Too many cold's. Too many no's.
Too many rules, too many mules
With worn-down shoes, back-broken.
Too many fools, too many cools
With loves and lives unspoken.
Too many rules. Too many mules.
Too many fools. Too many cools.
Too many cuntacts erasing the futures
for newborns and re-borns
and old ones and dead ones.
Too many fingers in pies
that are feeding more lies,
beholding the mines that should be mine.
Too many shows, too many roles
Filled with the poor and the blindsome.
Too many holes, to many rogues,
Too many heads to the grindstone.
Too many shows. Too many roles.
Too many holes. Too many rogues.
Too many moans. Too many groans
coming from those who don’t know pain.
Too many clones. Too many loans
and claims for compensation.
Too many moans. too many clones.
Too many clones, too many moans.
Too many people, just too many people
are crowded on lowlands and flatlands and bad lands
Too many people, too many too many too many
just too many people,
there’re just too many people.
©2002 John T. Windle