Used Poems Sold at Half Price

Liar
In a Rut
I Like Juice
Color Gaurd
Suicide Girl
Needy
Pussy
Blech
Underneath the Moon
Through the Door
Amazing
And So I Thought
Escape the Shame
Why So Glum, Chum?
I Wish I'd Kissed You
Not Much
Self-Pity
Better off as Friends
The Foolishness of Thinking
Never Enough
Played
Her Trudy
The Thin Red Line
Pretty Baby
Bi-Polar
Advice for the Ages
Prose




NOT MUCH

People say I should be happy with what I got
People say I should be pleased with my lot
People say things just ain't so bad
No one understands why I'm always so sad

CHORUS
But I haven't got quite a lot
I haven't got much at all
No I haven't got a lot
Tons of pictures from the day I was born
And locks of hair from the first time I was shorn
Baby's first rattle, baby's first shoes
Memories are the only things I can't lose

Memories of how things should have been
And memories of days I'd like to live again
Memories of things I should have done
I hate all my loved ones who are dead and gone

CHORUS

And they say in the end
You'll be judged by the friends
That you have made
And that's why I'm a afraid
CHORUS
CHORUS

Why you tell me I got a lot
When I haven't got a lot






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Copyright 2001 Trudy Smock