Hamstring Blues

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Got me a banjo made of bones,

Strummed the strings

Gouged from your hammy gams

To wail my song of woe.

My heart’s been hamstrung by you;

Can’t blame me for tossing you in the Bayou.

What If . . .

theory of a beautiful life

. . . you stop worrying,
complaining,
raging,
self-loathing,
self-pitying,

the world would be . . .
. . . better.

Simplicity without complicity,
Go for felicity,

Roll with what you can’t control,
Do your best at your own behest,

then life would be . . .
. . . bearable,
sensible,

Even beautiful.