Just Because

​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