IT’S BEEN DONE
By Charles Deemer
Why didn’t you do the things that you should have at the time that you should have had them done?
Why did you treat me like some kind of prisoner lined before the barrel of your silent gun?
But still I don’t mind
I feel like being kind
It’s been done
Do you really think that all this screaming and hollering is really nothing more or less than carrying on?
And that every disagreement is as harmless as its treatment and in the end all we pigeons become swans?
Well, I don’t mind
I feel like being kind
It’s been done
I like you for yourself and all the dust upon your shelf and all of yesterday’s ideas that fill you head
It takes all kinds to make a world and that includes both you and me as well as all the living and the dead
If we’re different, I don’t mind
I feel like being kind
It’s been done
You know I have a theory that this world is going to end when all this constant constipation is released
All the things we don’t admit are going to flow and make us wet until we’re drowning in our conscience on the streets
And we can’t swim, but I don’t mind
I feel like being kind
It’s been done
There’s just one thing that worries me enough to mention to you cause this thing it keep me staring every night
Every time I pick my nose or put a hard-on in my clothes or tell it like it is you get up tight
But I’m going to keep my mind
And treat you very kind
It’s been done