I wish he'd turn my water to wine
and give me some fish,
with bread,
I could dine like a King.
I got nothing between here and
the Devil of the track that I took,
look at me
see poverty,
honesty may be the best policy
but I missed the installments.
The undertaker makes no fuss,
sour **** won't bury me
unless
I cross his palm with coin
of the realm.
I laugh, but
he's the captain at the helm
and
I'm a drowning failure.
Are you quick on the draw
or a raw kid?
I wander and really don't care
poetry's where you find it,
mind it
sometimes bites, but
mostly it just kisses
your lips.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
I wish he'd turn my water to wine
and give me some fish,
with bread,
I could dine like a King.
I got nothing between here and
the Devil of the track that I took,
look at me
see poverty,
honesty may be the best policy
but I missed the installments.
The undertaker makes no fuss,
sour **** won't bury me
unless
I cross his palm with coin
of the realm.
I laugh, but
he's the captain at the helm
and
I'm a drowning failure.
Are you quick on the draw
or a raw kid?
I wander and really don't care
poetry's where you find it,
mind it
sometimes bites, but
mostly it just kisses
your lips.
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