Treasure Island

Louis Borgo

(01-06-1988 / shelby)

I Am Articulate Not Procrastinate It Is A Difference


I’m looking at a house that is static in vision,
How do I set tone for a place call Home,
I’m pulling on a padlock to grid to motion to twist the key,
Is this what they call building a bridge,
Get me a safety net, because I’m on my own,
Wanting to know what is to call it a home.

I better get a note & pad so it does not scratch the surface of the carpet,
Perhaps some coupons to start saving for a set of chairs, a couch and maybe a table.
It dawns to know what it is to have a woman,
But it is too early in this stage to call this house a happy home.

Yes that it, I’ll get a couch from mom old house,
Got a TV from my dad and his gal house,
So I guess I can buy some snack that no brand name,
Because when you are hungry food is food.

Got to pay my bills on times, must get a haircut got to buy cleaning supplies,
All in the same check, How will I make it stretch?
I guess this is what it is to be on your own, now I know the feel of a home cook meal.
And luck would have it a great cook wait and seen.

Does anyone understand such a feeling?
Coming from nothing trying to make something out of nothing,
So I save a prayer give god good grace look to my plate and ask
What woman if any could know the man that I ‘am that stand,
And speak of something it’s time to take out the trash and clean the house
Once again…..

And once for the record I am Articulate not Procrastinate there is a difference……

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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