Some nice pieces. Real essence to them.

Momma always told me to get a job that pays||
She is gone now but would she laugh in my face?||
Look at me i cant even keep my head up||

Life is a series of questions: We spend it looking for answers||
Like how did I end up like this? Playin guitar on a street corner||
I'm stricken with Hunger, a thrist for life||
waitin for mine to end, waitin for mine to change||

Speakin of change, Do you have some, No didn't think so||
Nobody does or just nobody cares im a worthless soul||
My kids hate me , my clothes are ripped and torn||
My waist gets thinner and my skin turns to paste||

These things make me wonder could it have been different||
Could I work at McDonalds maybe the BK,||
Not even that great but its still better then 10 cents a day||

Why was I born, Why did I go to the Interview?||
Did I know that I couldn't last at the job?||
I some how knew I would be Laid off?||

Momma always told me to get a job that pays||
She is gone now but would she laugh in my face?||
Look at me i cant even keep my head up||

At least I have my guitar for company||
I've held it for so long its a part of me||
It probably needs a tune, I cant play any way||
I figured it will get stolen from me one day||

Just like my life, Wait im still here||
To quote a fellow street dweller||
"Why lie, I need a beer||

Momma always told me to get a job that pays||
She is gone now but would she laugh in my face?||
Look at me i cant even keep my head up||

I agree with varentao. Each time we put a new picture up. Ideas came spreading around here and there. Its amazing how a single picture affects people's perpectives.

The entries were very soulful and directly came straight from what u believe and how your imagination inspires how youve written all these.

This has been up for quite awhile and im hoping on the next picture. Many people will participate.

All pieces are gold.