By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
32 -the pain is
The pain is
In my anus
And it’s quite heinous
When i shit
I start to fit
And thus id rather quit
My hemmorhoid
Has me annoyed
I wish i were an android
33 -you can't come
I had no idea what it really took
To get your name written in the book
I thought it was easy and simple to do
I thought that anyone could do it too
But i found out how hard it could be
When i asked that they include me
They said sorry no room for you
But you can look in and enjoy the view
C:
You can’t com
You can’t stay
It looks fun
But you can’t play
Though any sum
You would pay
You ain’t got none
So you got no way
You hope to join in and be included
But this hope is proof that you’re just deluded
The doorman isn’t there to hold the door open
He’s there to say keep out and don’t come again
Where were you born and to whom and why
Tell me what yours or your father’s money can buy
Maybe if you got enough to drop into the right hand
You’ll get that opportunity that you be needin’
34 -hand
I’m not asking you to love me
Not even to understand
I’m just asking you to let me
Hold your sweet hand
I’m not asking you to care for me
When I’m sick or when I’m old
I’m just asking that you not let
My yearning hand go cold
C:
For I need the warmth
Your hand will exude
I do not want you
To think I’m rude
So I ask before
I grasp it fast
I want this embrace
Of ours to last
I’m not asking for the night
Not even a whole hour
I’m just asking for a moment
To feel your tender power
But if then should that moment
Go on a little longer
I think that tender feeling
Will grow a lot stronger
Break:
Some little known fellas
From far away
Would do it better
When they’d say
They wanted to
Hold your hand
Maybe that’s enough
To then get a fan
35 -i want to sing to you
It’s been so long
Since i sang you a song
I wonder if i still can
I used to sing
Just about anything
You were my biggest fan
I sang to you
Words so deep and true
And pure intent in plan
But nevermore
Not like days of yore
When your heart was for this man
C:
I want to sing to you
I want words to come through
I want them to stir your soul
Like in those days of old
It’s like a dream
How it used to seem
I’d sing and you would listen
And every word
That you had heard
Were like my lips were kissin
Softly your ear
So sweet so dear
How i yearn for what I’m missin
Cause now it’s gone
Can’t hear my song
To sing for you I’m wishin