Grow (A Poem)

play
simple
three
open
chords
real
fast

play
them
over
and
over

again
and
again

sing
words
straight
from
your
head

your
heart

out
of
your
mouth

loud

always
loud

three
simple
D
G
C
chords
and
your
night
is
complete

and
your
song
may
be
about
every
fool
in
front
of
their
television
sets

sitting
stale
watching
Friends

idiots

learn
three
chords

provide
your
own
dumb
entertainment

fingers
on
a
remote
control
is
like
a
ice
cube
dropped
in
the
Antarctic
Ocean

but
but
fingers
on
six
strings
is
water
in
your
garden
  *Can be found in my book Talk Me Down