This coulda been one of those days <br /> I didn't feel like writing <br />A day when drugs embraced me <br />And washed my thoughts away <br />This coulda been a day I didn't feel like fighting <br />When the minutes turn to hours till the end of the day <br /> <br />But, there will come a day when even drugs won't be enough <br />To forget mistakes and problems all surrounding us <br />Pretty soon this little world is gonna tear itself apart <br />I can feel it in my soul <br />I can feel it in my heart <br /> <br />I crack a beer, and out the window I stare <br />My glass half empty; my glass half full <br />Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs <br />I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool <br /> <br />The writers write, the singers sing <br />The poor stay poor; the rich hoard things <br />The thirsty and the hungry die <br />People don't care, so nobody asks, 'Why? ' <br />The smoke from burnt books clouds the sky <br />Men beat their wives; Religion or cultures justify <br />While asses rot in front of TV screens <br />The masses scream - the poets still dream <br /> <br />I crack a beer, and out the window I stare <br />My glass half empty; my glass half full <br />Thinkin' about the rich, the poor, and all our affairs <br />I'm a fuckin' genius; I'm a fuckin' fool. <br /> - Aug.2009 -<br /><br />Ray Quesada<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/half-empty-half-full-2/
