Inane

Sometimes I get a little crazy.
Sometimes it gets a little hazy.
Having to deal with delinquent fools.
Working their lives away with inefficient tools.
Just exactly who is writing these rules?
Proving to all your sanity by always acting lame.
Perpetually on the prowl for somewhere to put the blame.
Why do we allow these children to play these kinds of games?

I've seen what's been paid.
And I've seen what it's bought.
Mothers crying over graves.
Someone adding up the cost.

At least I know what I've paid.
And I know what I've got.
I've cried along with mothers crying over graves.
And I've added up the cost.

Sometimes I get a little crazy.
Sometimes it gets a little hazy.
I find I'm just another delinquent fool.
Toiling away my days with inadequate tools.
Proving to all my sanity by laboring in vein.
Perpetually in motion just to remain the same.
Bringing up our children to pass along the blame.

Michael R. Roth

Archived 05/21/2010