poem about recent life, or lack thereof:

on the way home from work i pass a gravestone maker
and i realize its been some time since i've laughed real hard
the crab laughs and the tiger flies
you killed it before it was born
you killed it before it was born

you can't give me the credit i so much deserve
you could have what you wanted if you just had the nerve
one thing is done and the other is gone
one thing is done and the other is gone

i stopped to read a book
and when i looked up you weren't there
i looked back down and you were in the pages