Early-riser river supervisor likes his daily run of the mill.
Good wife, bad kids, proud of work he did, it’s 9 to 5 and time to chill.
He could never be a football player, published author, actor, t.v. lawyer, president, rich prince, princess, or king.
Copy-kittens grow up learn and listen, you’ll become copy-cats.
Repeat history, choose your weapons wisely, hope that everybody claps.
Margaret Thatcher bought a stratacaster, played it, made it, rose to greatness. The economy collapsed, at least they clapped.
When it’s my time put me in the water. Watch me grinning as I’m spinning in a maelstrom. This is useless.