Last Chance
I tried to do things always
The way you want me to.
But the game that your mind plays
Makes me only resent you.
I tried drinking my anger away
But it only makes me sick.
It's not a cure...It's not the way.
It seems like it at the time...a trick.
I tried ignoring my unhappiness
Without a whole lot of success.
It angered me to see your joyfulness.
I didn't like it I must confess.
I tried smoking and toking.
It helped for a little while.
But to descend from the high...waking...
Resentment and sadness put neatly in file.
I tried what the doctor claimed was cure,
Only to fall asleep and dream
Of a world so happy and so pure.
So, happy it only made me seem.
The only thing I haven't tried
Is what I do want most.
But when I brought it up, you cried.
So I'm still here...now you boast.
One month you say is what we need.
One month is all I've got.
Until I've had my fill of your greed,
Enjoy this last chance you've bought.
� Kathee Tschudy, August 17, 1997.
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