(c)July 2014 by steve eulberg and vi wickam
Sand devil spinnin’ across the plain
Towerin’ up to the sky
Spinning and whirling, twisting and turning
question mark hanging high
Swirling its way to where I stand
Beckons me inside
Shake my head to its siren song
let it pass me by
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS
Truckin’ down the interstate
Potholes in my way
Ziggin’ zaggin’ right and left
Till the break of day
Traffic lined up heel to toe
Down to just one lane
Crowding up my tailpipe
Get me off this train
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS
When I feel like a free-stone peach
Hanging on an apple tree
Everyone else within my reach
ain’t at all like me.
times when I don’t fit the mold
I hear my Grandpaw say,
“Shake the dust from off your shoes
Just turn and walk away.”
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS.
NOT MY MONKEY,
NOT MY CIRCUS