Green Grass
by Jon Goode

To the man looking over the fence the grasses tint
Always appears
To be much more dense much greener than his

There’s a man living in his house
With no spouse
Looking out at his neighbor's wife
Thinking about how he’d really like
To savor, date her & make her his.
Then there’s that esteemed neighbor
Whose demeanor and behavior
Point to his happy stable life
With his wife and his kids.
But every chance he’s got as of late
He’s trying to plot his escape
From the cul-de-sac lot
Because he loathes and he hates
His lot in life, the way he lives.
He’d love to be single like that neighbor of his;

But if they could trade spaces trade places
I’d give
Each man about a month
before he sees that thing he wants
and believes that he needs
is not what it seems to be
that greener grass is often times
dandelions, just pretty weeds.

But
Regardless of Exodus
Twenty seventeen
Every man envies what he’s seen;
Think and believes that he needs
What the Joneses have
But every man is on his own path;
Treading on his own patch of grass
So you better learn fast to bask
in your own green grass at last

Because it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener

There’s a guy on the job looking at his boss
Wishing that his check and rings,
Lex and range were really his.
Then there’s the boss looking back at his employee
Thinking that boy he’d
Love to lose the shirt and tie
kick it with the guys
And just have a couple beers.

There's a boy working on a gig and a college degree
Looking at the dope boy down the street
Wishing the
Cash, freaks and gear were really his.
The dope boy looks back at the college kid
And thinks he doesn’t run from the police
Doesn’t sleep with his heat in his hand out of fear
And wishes that was the life that he lived.

There’s a girl sitting in the crowd thinking how
She’d like to stand beneath the lights
And sing just like Brittany or Whitney, Mariah
And there’s
a Hanna Montana Miley Cyrus
Copacabana wirey siren
Singing through her sinus
That would love to leave the stage
Be normal for the rest of her days
And just play with the other kids;

But the grass is never
as green as it appears
A thing is rarely if ever
As good as it seems that it is.

But
Regardless of Exodus
Twenty seventeen
Every man envies what he’s seen
Think and believes that he needs
What the Joneses have
But every man is on his own path
Treading on his own patch of grass
So you better learn fast to bask
in your own green grass at last

Because it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener, it don’t get no greener