11-25-2024, 11:49 AM
Misery Loves Company
Lucy’s in the sky with diamonds,
While I’m stuck on the ground with rocks.
She stands high
On her pedestal of gold,
While I stand low in tattered socks.
A weightless float—
With the wind, she dances,
All with privileged
Circumstances.
It takes every part of me
Not to grasp these stones
And set them free—
Aimed at the target on her back.
With one swift and sudden crack,
It all would quickly crumble.
She could join me in this dirty rubble,
And we’d polish these rocks together,
Bound in the same miserable stupor.
Lucy’s in the sky with diamonds,
While I’m stuck on the ground with rocks.
She stands high
On her pedestal of gold,
While I stand low in tattered socks.
A weightless float—
With the wind, she dances,
All with privileged
Circumstances.
It takes every part of me
Not to grasp these stones
And set them free—
Aimed at the target on her back.
With one swift and sudden crack,
It all would quickly crumble.
She could join me in this dirty rubble,
And we’d polish these rocks together,
Bound in the same miserable stupor.