And now, for something a little different (if not particularly chirpy), here’s a little ditty I composed while sitting at the computer listening to classic rock music.
To the tune Truckin’ by The Grateful Dead:
Suckage
man my life’s a mess
Suckage
I’m totally stressed
Suckage
where the hell do I belong?
But I’m gonna keep hangin’ on…..
Livin’ like I have ain’t always been easy
Sometimes I don’t know if I’m coming or if I’ve gone
In debt up to my ass, creditors just keep on callin’
Don’t they know that I’ll never answer the phone?
Suckage
man my life’s a mess
Suckage
I’m totally stressed
Suckage
where the hell do I belong?
But I’m gonna keep hangin’ on…..
Busted flat, I dunno where I’m goin’
All I know is I have to figure it out soon
I’d like to have more time before I leave here
but I’ll probably still be singin’ the same old tune
Suckage
man my life’s a mess
Suckage
I’m totally stressed
Suckage
where the hell do I belong?
But I’m gonna keep hangin’ on…..
bpnurse 
have you tried talking to the city about getting some help w/ rent? 😦 that reworking of the lyrics unfortunately is all too good. Been there done that. At 40 moved in with my dad with whom I was hardly on speaking terms. I had no other choice. It ended up being a very good thing as God used it to repair my relationship with him. I don’t know but what God has something good to happen out of all this. We don’t know though if the fat lady has sung yet – my apologies, not saying you’re fat … lol… Love and hugs and prayers.
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Actually it was closer to 45 y.o. but who’s countint…
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I didn’t remember reading this – now I do. And now I have that song in my head lol.
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