if ever there was a day, to ball up and throw away this is it,
ever had one of those times, when all intentions cause a fit,
had a choice cigar, that crumbled when I opened it,
a good thing I gave up smoking, yup I did quit,
good things happen to everyone else a bit,
things happy, more than me, don't fit
happy go lucky me, into a *widget,
got to make* them job, I'd quit,
to taste the air free and clean,
taste the wine, white and lean,
the day was rotten,
day best forgotten,
best of me was
of course emptied
coarsely on to the street
on the ice sheet,
the road rash will heal
road salt in a wound
assaulted by a road.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
if ever there was a day, to ball up and throw away this is it,
ever had one of those times, when all intentions cause a fit,
had a choice cigar, that crumbled when I opened it,
a good thing I gave up smoking, yup I did quit,
good things happen to everyone else a bit,
things happy, more than me, don't fit
happy go lucky me, into a *widget,
got to make* them job, I'd quit,
to taste the air free and clean,
taste the wine, white and lean,
the day was rotten,
day best forgotten,
best of me was
of course emptied
coarsely on to the street
on the ice sheet,
the road rash will heal
road salt in a wound
assaulted by a road.
Needs some work, maybe it will be my rehab?
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