This is a poem I wrote in 2015. I imagine all of my poetry set to music, though I am rarely able to create my own tunes. This poem I imagine set to the tune of Wonderful World by Sam Cooke. I ain't got any friends I ain't got money to spend Don't have a bank account Don't have life figured out But I've got a car that goes And a song on the radio And I'm happy for no reason at all I ain't got any bed Got no place tonight to lay my head Got nothing on which to gnaw Except a box of raw pasta But hey I've got fancy clouds above And a radio station I love And I'm happy for no reason at all Some say I drive too fast! Some say I play my music too loud! But I say that all those people! Are just tryin' to get me down! Now I've got a rash on my face And my shoes are as porous as lace And my mother just called again To remind me of my every sin But I've got a highway to drive And it feels good to be alive And I'm happy for no reason at all But now the cops are on my tail And I think I'm headed off to jail And I'm happy for no reason at all
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AuthorMy name is Dan. I am an author, artist, explorer, and contemplator of subjects large and small. Archives
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