Alligator Memories by. Darrell Ames 6/02/02

Still thinking, mind floating off to no where,
Here I stand with no place to go, my words they don’t
Rhyme but rhythmically flow, so I think to myself,
Life is a bookshelf, randomly selecting the first thing
That catches your eye, or more like an obstacle coarse,
To blind to figure out you’ve been wrong the whole time,
Screw it, it’s too hard, stop thinking for others while
Acting for yourself, hoping someday to pass this puzzle,
But it’s more then human nature, it’s the way things work,
Not another perk, like your morning cup of coffee, go to
Work, awake as you will, stop, don’t kill, it’s more then I
Can take, today isn’t a new day, just an old one,
Recycled, reused, and reduced, the three r’s can’t save you
Now, mother earth is done, why do you care?, not even
Enough to share your wealth, moronic thinking, without
Water shrinking, don’t use the pool as an excuse it’s 10
Years of drinking, get too far gone, now your sinking,
Stinking like the moldy sandwich under my sock,
A little bit of life, a lot of bit of death, that’s all it 
Is, don’t say it’s not, because if you do you might get shot,
Free falling penguins, going into the sea, stop listening
To the world, or maybe you want to be me, four o’ clock
And not yet sleeping, another mother yet to be weeping,
Don’t get confused or overly enthused, you might have a
Heart attack caused by mass consumptions of crack,
Shaking, scared of what may come, dumb, stop, it’s 
Enough, of this stuff,  lying there bored,
Between two ragged cuffs, lot’s of shit, this is it,
Done finish, between your lies, I hate you, good day,
Goodbye,