I hang on to my hatred
Cuz it tastes so good
It's safe and familiar
Like my neighborhood
I hang on to my hatred
Cuz it knows my name
Wagging that tail
It's totally tame
I hang on to my hatred
Cuz it's always the same
It doesn't go changing
And hurting my brain
I hang on to my hatred
To ward off the pain
It's a great place to hide
From the Universal stain
I hang on to my hatred
So the acid in my guts
Can find a new home
Instead of driving me nuts
by Richard W. Bray
The Road
road runs uphill
every day
you go out there
every day
logging miles to earn your meals
road runs uphill
every day
if you don’t struggle
every day
you’re probably spinning wheels
road runs uphill
every day
a tilted treadmill
all the way
washing clothes and scraping grills
road runs uphill
every day
and if you stop
to look away
you might end up taking a spill
road runs uphill
every day
so dance your song
all the way
and get your fill before you pay the bill
by Richard W. Bray
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