msh58

sitting on the porch pounding beers all day
like every day
seeing the world through a haze
makes it better
makes it tolerable
makes it kind of funny

it wasn't so much that you just showed up
without calling first
wasn't so much that i was your entertainment
out there on the porch
but you never drank with me
and yet when i headed for the fridge
beers had disappeared
one by one
like i wouldn't notice
what is your deal?
are you underage or something?
what are you hiding from?
or am i just considered
to be too much of a lowlife
for you to associate with
and yet here you are

but the beers are gone
and you are
the only one that has been here

don't normally call the raven
have other death options i prefer usually
but its a suitable death for you
in any way it chooses
i just have to make a sigh
and let it loose
once again

blood and death
are waiting
like a raven in the sky

was the way the poem went
but that asshole poet
never actually met the raven

never saw what that means
when it starts with the eyes
and finishes up
weeks later
on the same corpse
just picking off pieces

i'm tired of the skeletons in my back yard
from the raven and his friends
sure it helps living out in the country
with people rarely visiting

but what happened to the days
when i could just rake leaves
without moving bones out of the way?
who are these people anyway

there's got to be a better way

i'm just not seeing it
and i'm ashamed of that
but its good to know
there's room for improvement

because thats what life is all about