Strain

Strain
Drive against the grain
I knew
I'd screw it up again
Maybe too soon to ascertain
I'm off,
No need to explain
But I'll get my hand stamped at the door
In case I wander back for more.

I am what your mom calls benign
It's not hard to keep me in line
I go for the play when it's going my way
Which is rarely and hey, that's just fine.

But patience is not the best trait
You don't swing, you don't leave home plate
The world was designed with the mindless in mind
Who with kindness don't mind all the wait
And it's not killing time that I hate

Let me explain
This bottle's been my bane
I swore
I'd pour down the drain
I've always said,
No one really likes champagne
I could have bought wine,
But I'd rather complain.
We're Dixie Cups, we grace the spout,
A couple sips then throw us out

I am what your mom calls benign
It's not hard to keep me in line
I go for the play when it's going my way
Which is rarely and hey, that's just fine.

You can't count the world's absentees
The faceless don't grace the marquees
But their names can be heard, or perhaps just inferred
As a tangent in parentheses
And they say it's the same old disease
It's just a new strain

Strain
Drive against the grain
(And the words aren't sincere and the couplets don't rhyme)
I knew I'd screw it up again
(But I don't think about it for weeks at a time)
Maybe too soon to ascertain
I'm off,
No need to explain

But I'll get my hand stamped at the door
In case I wander back for more.


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Copyright 1993 Zach London