They’re going to **** you she said.
They are coming at dawn.
You best dress to impress, she said with a yawn
And who was I,
to deny those who know better,
who am I to fetter.
So the windsor,
choked high,
She rolled her eyes,
those colors don’t match,
a disappointed sigh,
I can’t be caught dead,
in such retched attire,
but a man such as I
can't afford better,
so we sat for a while,
until the light bathed my face,
I couldn’t smile,
wouldn’t die in style.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
They’re going to **** you she said.
They are coming at dawn.
You best dress to impress, she said with a yawn
And who was I,
to deny those who know better,
who am I to fetter.
So the windsor,
choked high,
She rolled her eyes,
those colors don’t match,
a disappointed sigh,
I can’t be caught dead,
in such retched attire,
but a man such as I
can't afford better,
so we sat for a while,
until the light bathed my face,
I couldn’t smile,
wouldn’t die in style.
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