By J.D. Moss
What makes me what I am?
What makes me do the things I do?
Do you often wonder too?
How does my life look to you?
I pray to God up above.
I get on my knees and beg for love.
From my eyes I cry some tears.
This has gone on for many years.
How I hate what I am.
I’m just a fool (fag) not a man.
So I fill myself up with dope.
And push myself off mountain slope.
I wait for death but it never comes.
So, I drink some whisky then some rum.
Then I beg the Lord to let me go.
Go to hell but not too slow.
I wonder come judgment day,
What the Lord will have to say?
Will he open his arms and welcome me home?
Or will I have to continue to roam?
What makes me what I am?
What makes me do the things I do?
Do you often wonder too?
How does my life look to you?
From “Pain and Tears”
Copyright 1982 by J.D. Moss