Wounded Artist

My grandfather was a lawyer and an admiral

I am not

My grandfather had a house, wife, and kids

I scrounge a lot

I’m a wounded musician

I take a lot of medication

I try to lose my inhibitions through them

Not something he had to deal with once

My grandfather was a lawyer and an admiral

I don’t use pot

My grandfather had degrees, a Saab, watches and suits

I don’t have a lot

I’m a wounded artist

So I can be very guarded

And then I start to yell a lot

I unleash hell on those who bother me

And in the war, he set people free

But not me, and not his family

My grandfather was a lawyer and an admiral

I am of a different lot

He was so high in regard

Things he had to deal with not once

Rather, they come to me

Even with all the shrapnel still in his back

for the rest of his life

My grandfather was never a musician.