Fountains

By Keith Porterfield

First comes work then comes play

Say do you know a way to skip to the payday?

I really don’t want to, but I do what I do

Stay true to my clues and moderate booze

I lose the fasad, quit playing God

Remind myself that I still came from a clod

Of dirt on my boots cause I’m staying astute

That means I’m alert to the wonder of work

Let me explain the minimum main

Line to my rhyme, I’m a little bit vain

Focus on fortune, focus on fountains

Make your mind up to get on up the mountain

Understand…yourself and then plan

Make a demand then stick to your stand

I crawled, then I walked, then I ran

Get up if you feel me, stay put if you don’t

I never been the kind to whine and I won’t

Start a bad habit now

I got enough somehow

Find a way to break the chains

Then I put down the plow

I’m hiding behind a cow

The guard gets his gun and, “POW”

He missed and he’s pissed

I’m running faster than the law allows

That’s why I rattle the cage full of rage on the stage

Before I take a bow

While I focus on fountains of fortune

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