Had to make my head a windshield wiper
so I'd always give side to side
disdained answers
to all them head turners,
whiskey drinkers,
and no-good smooth-talking hounds.
Some 'er **** strays
throw their bone once
find that they'll never go away.
Then.. there's that rare finding
that takes all you've earned for what you hope is a keeping
and once it's too late you discover what you've been missing.
Turns out the best four legs are the best at leaving.
So by throwin' the towel in with all I've got
like a last second shot,
I win whether made or not.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
Had to make my head a windshield wiper
so I'd always give side to side
disdained answers
to all them head turners,
whiskey drinkers,
and no-good smooth-talking hounds.
Some 'er **** strays
throw their bone once
find that they'll never go away.
Then.. there's that rare finding
that takes all you've earned for what you hope is a keeping
and once it's too late you discover what you've been missing.
Turns out the best four legs are the best at leaving.
So by throwin' the towel in with all I've got
like a last second shot,
I win whether made or not.
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