Oxymoron
Like the doctor who smokes, the preacher who curses…
Or the holy rich widows, tight strings on their purses.
The mongrel who loves kittens or the shrink with psychoses,
Or the hard drivin’ boss man gently tends his roses.
Chorus:
My life’s nothin’ short of an oxymoron
I’m the life of the party, a barrel of fun.
With the heart of a viper, deadly as a sniper,
But in spite of my failin’, there’s an angel who’s fallen for me.
So what can you say when your blessings abound?
When you deserve nothin’, but it’s abundance you’ve found…
You just bow your old head with your hands to your face,
And thank God for His Mercy, Forgiveness and Grace.
V.
Like the dark closet drunkard busts his thousandth last bottle,
Or the crack baby’s Momma swallows guilt as she falters,
I swear I’ll do better than this selfish I’ve hated,
If I can just reach that next corner of the maze I’ve created.
Chorus
