Suck In Cool
by Michael Romani

I was my own kind of bad boy
Back in the days I was in school
I had all kinds of jokes that I would employ
I grew up strong being nobody's fool
I came to learn what I didn't discern
I came to learn respect had to be learned
There was a whole lot of suck in cool
There still is a lot of suck in cool

A long hair armed with loud guitar
Dreams of taking it to the stars
Rocking out under aged at whiskey bars
Wild nights driving gas to floor in fast cars
But I never quite learned this joy in hate
This thing that's become a fashion of late
I keep on learning there's a lot of suck in cool
Hard to say it but there's a lot of suck to cool

Guessing it's good that I walked away
Increasingly unhappy with the role I played
Watching a lot of friends bit the bullet
For that magic hat, they couldn't quite pull it
Started hanging with a girl who had a heart of gold
Seeing a lot of wisdom as our love began to unfold
Eyes opened to all that tragic suck in cool
Becoming less of a fool for all that suck in cool

A life time later, I've been watching society neglect
Truth, humility, integrity and those things I respect
A lot of the people that I loved are now dead
Still all those memories run around lose in my head
And I've found me another heart full of gold
Watching as her love begins and continues to unfold
In this journey, I've seen a whole lot of suck in cool
I guess that's just how it is in life's school

(c) July 4, 2017  Michael Romani
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