It’s Very Nice
It’s very nice to sit by a stream
where life’s the water’s brilliant dream
then chop a tree to make a fire
burning the wood and your desire
saying the world’s all rotten
everything should be forgotten
But it’s just bitterness
all the voices that you miss
the ones that gave you happiness
are murmuring in the leaves
Hatred is the battered heart’s disease
People are made to be together
like a jacket and cold weather
like a sister and a brother
When you’re lonely what do you do
you paint the walls black and blue
and cry nobody cares for you
they’re all cracks the wind blows through
saints are selfish love’s a sham
it’s so damned hard who give a damn
But it’s just bitterness
all the voices you miss
the ones that gave you happiness
are inside you saying please
Hatred is the battered heart’s disease
People were made to be together
like Cyrano and his feather
like a father and a mother
But hatred is the battered heart’s disease
Bert Myers – In a Dybbuk’s Raincoat Collected Poems
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