Dying in my tv chair

Promises made
Promises kept
Never this way was it meant

Dying here
Dying there
My dreams have gone nowhere

Hard work
Work hard
Success will be yours

Mrs Fader said.

She lied or didn’t tell the truth
Standing up there in front of the class with
Her pea green skirt (hanging just below the knees)
Not long enough to save us
From her ugly veins!

Mrs Fader

The world isn’t as you said
The streets are made of lead
No gold in sight

Hard work
Broken back
A trailer and two rug rats

Promises made
Promises kept
A big legged woman on my back

Dying here
Dying there
Dying in my TV chair

– Clay Lowe