Sep 2017
These lips don't speak lies,
Nor fetter truth,
They utter nonsense,
And here's the proof.
Nor fetter truth,
They utter nonsense,
And here's the proof.
Go 180 proof,
Perhaps you'll find that truth I talk of.
Though, what do I know? I'm just a po' boy
Parading a poet's tooth,
No better than that a drunk Denny's mascot,
Pancaking in a different diner's booth.
Perhaps you'll find that truth I talk of.
Though, what do I know? I'm just a po' boy
Parading a poet's tooth,
No better than that a drunk Denny's mascot,
Pancaking in a different diner's booth.
(22/U.S.)
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