Gusto

Gusto, Gusto!
Don’t give me motion sickness
You are my second weakness
I’m working on the first

It is a simple science
Don’t count out self-reliance
Don’t count on anyone but yourself
Trust yourself

Discovered a new found freedom
Wearing those same sad dollar bills
Rubbing up on you
Hearing those same old comments
Having that same old kind of fool
Giving you all that makes you ill

She lost her infant baby
She’d never even named him
Headstone read “My beloved child”
Now she know, she knows!
She cooked up a pot of crazy
Fought off a fit of madness
She’d never even named that child!