I shook my purse, dug deep in my pocket
One, two, three, four, five, sense.
Is that making any sense?
How can I live on five sense? Is that even possible?
I’ve done it all my life, but, thinking about it, five sense isn’t much.
I went shopping with my five sense,
I saw my favorite fruit
But I could only watch, five sense can’t buy squat.
Seeing is no fun when you can’t buy.
A five sense budget is, a crime!
The aroma tickles my nose, while passing the bakery mmmmm,
The sign said $10 a loaf,
I smell melting butter, I smell melting cheese
But my nose deceives me
Five sense can’t buy these!
I feel like a captive
Five sense living keeps me bound
Can’t get ahead in living,
Even with opportunities around
Is there another sense to acquire?
A sixth, without seeing death?
Currency, purchasing power, bargaining with confidence
I need a sixth sense
A seventh sense! An eighth sense!
A ninth sense! A tenth sense!
Getting me closer to a dollar, Got me some power!
More than my pocket can hold.
Can’t live on five sense
On my knees…I get my sixth sense
I stand tall, brave, bold…
Written by Stephen John
Published S2J2 Publishings