A million years ago when I was young
The sun hadn’t skipped town
The Titanic unsunk
A million years ago when I was young
The glaciers glazed
And the flunkies flunked
Criminals went to jail
Babies went to bed
Liars went to hell
Flame went to my head
A million years ago when I was born
A hero, a villain
A rose, a thorn
A million years ago before I was born
The gods gathered round
A thinktank brainstorm
They gifted me every good thing
I’d ever need
Then threw in envy
And threw in greed
A side of virtue
A vat of vice
(One for free, the other at pandemic price)
A bunch of pride, some smoking lust
Then cranked the knobs back a ton
When it came to trust.
A churchful of guilt, a heartful of shame
And a closetful of dread I still can’t name.
A million years later?
What a mess:
I know I’m the worst
And think I’m the best
The gods are up there in stitches
Meanwhile, I’m depressed.
A million years ago
When I was born
A C-section premie
on an April morning1
All potential and possibility
Just food and sleep
No way to fall short
No promises to fail to keep
yet
A million years ago
A little less young
Had it all figured out
Or was just a punk
Maybe both at once
Maybe neither at all
Maybe nobody’s any one thing
A rise or a fall
A million years ago when I was born
A hero, a villain
A rose, a thorn
C’mon. People only use morn when they need it to rhyme.
Brilliant