Talk to the Hand

[cloudsinmycoffee]

Laughing kids
and a smile on my lips
comes to an end
with your critical eye
and hurtful replies

Talk to the Hand I say
As I dream of a place
with a happy flair
and flowers in my hair

My Hopes for the future
and light in my heart
are crushed by your laugh
and sarcastic remarks

I should beg on my knees and
thank you for this life that I lead!
The alternative would be the trailer park
you say.
My only way, or the Highway..

Talk to the Hand I say
As I dream of a place
without your angry face
and peace in its place

I am always so happy, beautiful and kind they say
-A lucky man to have me by his side!

Talk to the Hand,
Talk to the hand
With all this abuse
It will soon be all that is of use.