by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Productivity And A Dreamer.

I spent most of my life

chasing productivity

as a child I chased

ice cream trucks

that prowled down my street

I collected Pop bottles

in my wagons of red

with thoughts of the candy

I’d buy in my head.

As a teen I was dead set,

on working part time

money was my new carrot

Just a taste was divine

I ran just like a rabbit

oh so quickly behind

to grab me some cash,

that I could call mine.

And my first love brought me

needs for productivity

I flipped burgers, delivered papers

and did chores endlessly

so I could buy my new girlfriend

things to make her happy

how I loved when she smiled

and then stretched to kiss me

Thanking me for her gift,

Man It set my soul free.

But my next love had me

stashing cash in a jar

to feed my love for music

I wanted to be a star

so I scrimped and I saved

just to buy a guitar

and I became its slave

I was gonna go far,

It became my new lover

wrapped in my eager arms

as my fingers discovered

ways to stroke all it charms

soon I mastered its skills

though my fingers grew sore

bringing my girlfriend thrills

she loved me even more.

But it soon paid my bills

till I was no longer poor

productivity roared and

it opened up doors.

and my tours brought me groupies

I had girlfriends galore

and contracts full of promises

that just left me floored.

But productivity also

can come with hard knocks

soon enough I was layed off

due to my writers block

none of my new songs

wooed the producers and crowds

fate had cruelly sent me

back to where I was a child

it had sent me back

to when i was a child

struggling to create something

that would set all hearts wild.

set all hearts wild.....

It was like chasing trucks

full of tempting ice cream

only to eat their dust

stumbling far from my dreams

so I’m back to flipping burgers

not far from my old street

just to pay for my rent

just to make my ends meet!

and my first love she vanished

I heard she was married

to a guy who’d succeeded

in productivities Treats….

in productivities treats

Now my old guitar it hangs

on the wall in my room

as it’s sound hole screams

endlessly all the songs of my doom

They say Fame it is fleeting

it left me oh, so fast

and it beat me quite soundly

right back on my ass

right on back to my past!

right on back to my past

As a has been at last