At the Park

It’s all out at the Park,
I don’t get it any way.

Walking out the giant place breathing that much better.

Watching you make little sense really does pull levers.

What’s the date now?
You know better.

So laugh at things that call foul play and
Blame it stormy weather.

So work until too late for toys and
Blame it stormy weather.

You say a lot but
It doesn’t really matter.
I try a lot but
It just makes things worse.

It’s all out at the Park,
I don’t get it anyway.

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Patrick Rawlings has traveled the world performing music and worked with some of the best minds in theater, opera, poetry, production and film. He enjoys baseball, organic farming and good movies. His blog, loveinmoderation.blogspot.com, offers insightful reviews of songs and their artists.

His publications at Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.