Under the Gun

Under the gun 
that is how I feel
Like a loaded 12 gauge
is cocked and held 
by shaky, demented hands.
Life has taken its toll
it seems far too many times
I have paid my dues.
when do I see the silver
In that damn lining
for me.
The rich and hateful keep
cruising right on by.
In 50,000 dollar autos
and I can't buy a beer.
The term loser has deep
definitions when you care
to dig A bit.
That homeless bum you
stepped over why someday
may be your son.
Release me o grip of death
come again another day.
Because after all this party
has to end some time.
leave me for awhile.