Kinda

     I wrote this five years ago as a song, and of course if you’ve followed this blog for any length of time, you know how that song lyrics thing worked out for me.. So I published it as a poem a while ago and I just happened to think about it yesterday, so I figured it’s been long enough since then that I could throw it out there once more (with again, some a lot of punctuation alterations). I do hope you’ll take it as lightly as it was intended to be.

    Have yourselves a lighthearted weekend, God knows we need one,

Jake.

This is not my music, but the "lyrics" are..

This is not my music, but the “lyrics” are..

KINDA

You can’t be kinda pregnant

and you can’t be kinda dead.

But, you can be kinda smart

and you can be kinda read.

You can be kinda hungry

and put on some kinda spread.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can be kinda poor now

and you can be kinda rich.

You can be kinda nice

or some kinda son-a-bitch.

You can kinda owe some money

to the state or to the Feds.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can be kinda handsome

and you can be kinda bright.

You can be kinda wrong

and you can be kinda right.

You can be kinda blue

and your face be kinda red.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and, you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can kinda cover up

with some kinda paint.

You can kinda try to be

what you kinda ain’t.

and you can kinda wanna be

kinda someone else instead.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

You can kinda listen

to the words I have to say.

And I would kinda think

that would kinda be okay.

You can kinda be an Alice

and you can kinda be a Ted.

But, you won’t get kinda pregnant

and you won’t be kinda dead.

*

No, you can’t be kinda pregnant

and you can’t be kinda dead.

Though you might kinda want to,

when you’re kinda full of dread.

You may be kinda crazy

and kinda whacked out of your head.

But, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

and you can’t be kinda dead.

*

No, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

no, you can’t be kinda pregnant,

no, you’re never kinda pregnant,

and you’re never, kinda dead.

***

Jack Downing

Aug. 2009

Copyright© Jack Downing, aka Jake @poemsandponderings.wordpress.com. All rights reserved. Contents may not be reprinted or disseminated in any manner without the expressed written consent of the author. JRD 9/13/14

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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