Part of The Plan (A Poem)

It’s manipulation city once you walk in the door
Your day it’s free now you’re finally home
But when you turn that big ol’ living room corner
You get a hello with strings, and your a martyr and mourner!

Who you living for what you doin’
What’s your choice and your reason
It’s that time of the season
Ta go and give yourself a little squeezin’!

Now you think anybody’s gonna give a damn
If you do something that’s part of your plan?
It really doesn’t matter if you cure a disease
But it also doesn’t matter if you’re a bad ass, man!

We got some learnin’ and some livin’ to do
All of us in this strange living room stew
Ya can’t get out so ya gotta make due
And all the other folks they’ll never know you!

Nobody’s really payin’ attention
There’s a little too much personal distraction
But eventually it’ll catch up to you
If part of your plan is drinkin’ fool’s brew

We got some learnin’ and some livin’ to do
Your life, what’s it got to do with you?
The ingredients are printed right on the menu
Why do we pretend they just won’t do?

You’re not any bigger your not any stronger
It’s just endless neediness it’s really a bugger
You can get caught up in a perfect stranger
You can keep a secret that just keeps gettin’ bigger

We got some learnin’ and some livin’ to do
I’m tired of talkin’ I can’t keep up with you
Let me tell you a story give me a minute or two
First I make you believe then you give me your shoes!

Hey! Mellow out! Don’t get all bent out of shape
Part of the plan is that it works out great!
You don’t need to extrapolate
You can’t change the future ­- it’s too late!

Who you living for what you doin’
What’s your choice and your reason
It’s that time of the season
Ta go and give yourself a little squeezin’!

We got some learnin’ and some livin’ to do
All of us in this strange living room stew
Ya can’t get out so ya gotta make due
And all the other folks they’ll never know you!

We got some learnin’ and some livin’ to do
I’m tired of talkin’ I can’t keep up with you
Let me tell you a story give me a minute or two
First I make you believe then you give me your shoes!

– Mark Urso
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