Dad went down to the corner store
For smokes.
He caught the first thing smoking out of the vicinity.

Left his old steel lighter sitting on the chair
Still stting there
Faithfull as a tick hound.

Guess he could see his options shrinking
So I figure that **** got pop to thinking..

Pop musta rolled snake eyes and went west with the

Urge by the way that the crow flys.

All that I know is he's ashole and elbows
A track star in training.no grass under his feet.

Dad you are a gent and a scholar.
And if your ever in town just give me a hollar. NOT.