Kenny Three

Hails all who come by, laughs and hums and frisks, says you’ve got to try, he stays cheerful at home, occasionally bangs the lids, always on the go, his life starts to fry, crying for what he’s missed, some waste all their lives, others walk the stones, searching for a kiss, like he's done before, forget the better times, all the truths that list, bars, rain, days of tides, dreams he can’t postpone, sometimes turn to piss, a path you can’t go down, whoever owns the night, or the wind hushed mist, makes you wonder why, days are ruled by kids?