Friday, September 17, 2010


i fell asleep at the wheel of life.
It caused me nothing but pain and strife,
not to wake up.
This chosen stupor, wasn't reality.
It didn't matter to me.
I didn't have to deal with it.
Reality is just for suckers, who don't know jack.
Make your mark, just be cool.
With eyes closed shut, I played the fool.
They finally came for me.
Police, psychiatrists, and ghosts from the past.
It was a convergence.
They came all at once, with pistols blazing.
I was cornered.
These ghosts from my past, never relaxed.
I always had to look over my shoulder.
Now I see, I cannot flee.
Everything has a price.
I fell asleep at the wheel of life.
It was my wheel of fortune, Vanna.
I was lucky.
I got a second chance to make things right.
I picked the shards of glass out of my forehead.
I carried on, without the strife.
The old wags are gone, so now I'm free.
I must accept reality.
My daily choices mean life or death.
That's all that's left.
For a man who falls asleep at the wheel.


  1. People are people
    Facts are facts
    One eats oatmeal
    One is fat
    She has Brillo hair
    He lacks tact
    A body of blob
    Produces toxic gas
    She wears tattoos
    "L" on the neck
    "Libra" on the chest
    One Love lost
    One Love passed
    Another is lingering
    "She fits nice in the lap!"

  2. send her here, for my free lap dance, Mike!