BigmommaJen

© 3/1/2002 Dennis L. Pickering Jen, isn’t it a bunch of shit? Others attempt to give you wit Don’t seem to know how you can git Out from under that dreadful bit. The bit that attempts you to guide Puts you in places you can’t hide All they can say’s “snap out of it” It hurts more than a little bit. Jen’s the one on whom to depend Because others have gone on wend Gladness is just around the bend On that river we apprehend. The sole thing that will help your mess “Give to others with no duress And help them from that loathsome dress.” The only way, I must confess. “Chin up’s”, I think, foreign to me Not something I have in my tree. Who am I to de-recompense Those kind souls who are on your fence? The only law for cheerfulness Is the one for Jens happiness. Yes, you are allowed to wallow But, sadness is sure to follow. Others advise you to go on But it’s tough to release the pawn That you have chose to ride upon HE won’t carry you to the dawn. Where is “on” they want you to go After-all it is not their show. They just keep a ribbon or bow Extraneously try to sow. Seeds you presently don’t discern And you don’t keep within that urn Of vivacity in this churn For which us people here do yearn. And Jen you don’t want to pretend ’Cause that will make you feel at end Of your rope and that will suspend Your journey which I call a wend. Finis Wrote this before I'd seen your most recent addition. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 11:34 AM PST, Dennis Pickering   17 • 0 • 12