Dragging my sorry looking *** into another sorry looking day
and some say,
a day is what you make of it,
Sheeit.
This way of life is only good for termites and moles, to build or burrow
I furrow my brows in thought
ideas that come to nought,
but I ain't
'bought the farm'
yet.
It's only when you're looked for
how lost you know you've become.
mostly it's a good thing
and sometimes it is not
Life
brings to me
a promise of security
that's
got to be worth a lot.
I'm still dragging my heels
a hundredweight of lead
on my shoulders
( not from the church roof )
and
as God is my witness
that's the Gods honest truth.
Work
is the **** or the cure me
and I'm sure
that she would agree.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
Dragging my sorry looking *** into another sorry looking day
and some say,
a day is what you make of it,
Sheeit.
This way of life is only good for termites and moles, to build or burrow
I furrow my brows in thought
ideas that come to nought,
but I ain't
'bought the farm'
yet.
It's only when you're looked for
how lost you know you've become.
mostly it's a good thing
and sometimes it is not
Life
brings to me
a promise of security
that's
got to be worth a lot.
I'm still dragging my heels
a hundredweight of lead
on my shoulders
( not from the church roof )
and
as God is my witness
that's the Gods honest truth.
Work
is the **** or the cure me
and I'm sure
that she would agree.
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