Gone by Ken Greenley

Ken Greenley


When it comes to get ya
You’re gonna try to run
but yer legs ain’t gonna move

When it comes to get ya
You’ll try to raise your arms to block it
But your arms ain’t gonna raise

When it comes to get ya
You’re gonna flip and flop
and try to fall out the bed
But you won’t be able to move
No how

When it comes to get ya
You’re gonna huff and puff
and try to catch yer breath
But they’ll be no breath to catch

When it comes to get ya
You’re gonna try
and try to stay
But you’ll be gone, baby

Ken Greenley February 4, 1958 – February 12, 2020 was a writer who lived in Denver, Colorado. The number of places he’s lived is only exceeded by the number of job’s he’s had. Greenley liked to explore the themes of class division (in a supposedly classless country), the struggle to stay spiritual in the modern world, and the growth episodes that occur in childhood. He thought art, particularly writing, should combat media brainwashing, and should examine the clash between what we’re told and what really happens. He tried to make his material as funny as possible, because he found it hard to make modern life seriously, and considered it his mission “to make people laugh and think at the same time.”

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