A metaphorical poem full of spite over being stuck as life passes me by. |
-Fix It Good- by Keaton Foster Take that wrench Hold this nut Fix it good Make what’s broke Right The squeaky wheel Definitely needs some grease All motion has stopped And it needs to get moving Steam rolling From the parking lot To the passing lane of living Fix it good And what should be Instead of the failure Of such a simple machine Get it running And it will indeed scream Throttle and gas Smoking tires, taking names And kicking some proverbial ass Are all what it takes to succeed So if you please Fix it good Allow me to be on my way Down the road of life Where it is going matters none It’s only the journey that concerns me For as long as can be For as long as I have ever believed I have been stuck right here In the parking lot of existence I really wanna get going Moving on down the road I wanna kick the tires And light the fires Fix it good And I will be on my own way Never again will I park for so long Reverse will be ripped out of my gear box Forward is the only direction That will ever again be relevant Fix it good Turn that wrench Set all that is broken, right And as soon as you are done Close the hood, step to the right And watch my tail lights Disappear into forever’s goodnight… Fix It Good Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |