Hammock

Swayed below the lamp
Now below the trees  
My blanket’s quite damp  
From the cold night breeze  
 
I used to be a blossom  
I swayed till I fell out  
Thought life was simply awesome  
Not a single little doubt  
 
But this time in my hammock  
Toes tangled in the twine  
Nothing’s here but panic  
And my belly’s full of wine  
 
See my image has been scribbled  
To the point where paper tears  
Lobes are now quite crippled    
Along with all my cares  
 
Now I sway on this hammock  
Even though the sky is black  
Thinking “wow this is classic”  
How the world is turning wack  
 
Hate takes the place of love  
there’s so much on my mind  
So the little blossom I think of  
Til a sliver of peace I find