The Wagon

Rail came off in my hand

And the wooden wheels are starting to flex

Sometimes, it feels so bad...

But I'm on the Wagon

Again.

I have come to hang it up

But I pray to just hang tough

I think now, this is a must...

Back on the Wagon

I am.

It put splinters in my hands

And bruises on my back.

Getting off could bring

Much more pain than that…

The wheel breaks off

And I crack my head.

I cuss, I curse, and kick,

Then I count to ten.

Back on the wagon

Again.

September 7th, 1997