This Trip

This trip ain’t easy

I’m telling it true,

what the hell is happening

I’m feeling so blue.

Don’t tell me what’s so

don’t give me that crap,

just give my something

put me back on the map.

I may not be right

but that ain’t the point,

if I reach one ear

I don’t need a joint.

Gary R. Cramer

October 8, 1984

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