More

Normal people have more

Of everything

Than I do

They have more mind

They get more fucks

They have more rocks

Efficient master clocks

I think I’ve had more shocks

Taken more knocks

One door opens

Another locks

You can moan and whine

or wine and dine

But all the same

You fall behind

You draw an arrow

in a bow

and aim and fire

at the enemy below

But they come

And they come

And they come

The blows of time, the tears of sorrow

So woe, I just don’t know

what to do sometimes

I’m just aware

It cost a dime

To read my chart

That spoke, only of, a broken heart.