This is really lyrics to an impromptu ditty, me and my friend Mikey G made up (he was doing the music, me the words) while we were drinking at one of our favorite watering holes. It was night when all the patrons were having a genuine good time. James the owner, has one of the best stocked juke boxes with great early punk and old country standards, so thats playing in the background while over our heads on the TVs someone had put on the religious station with the volume down.There was a woman preacher of sorts and under her, looming over us was the words ' The Wicked Human deed, call us for a prayer'. It seemed very funny at the time. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The wicked human deed <br />Call us for a prayer <br />James is playing punk rock <br />No One wants to hear <br />Tyler is getting something <br />While Fuzzy’s getting none <br />Everyone is drinking <br />The wicked deed is done <br /> <br />Down it in a bottle <br />Take it in a pill <br />Smoke it in a pipe <br />Whatever is your thrill <br /> <br />Tomorrow is the yesterday <br />Your trying to forget today <br />Problems are fading <br />Mental Conditions melt away <br /> <br />Bury the sorrow <br />Soak it all in gin <br />Pass out tonight <br />Tomorrow start again <br /> <br />Wicked human deed <br />Call us for a prayer <br />Johnny’s playing punk rock <br />No one wants to hear <br />Mikey’s getting something <br />While Brian’s getting none <br />Everyone is drinking <br />The wicked deed is done<br /><br />Wanda Swim Strunk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wicked-human-deed/
