1/14/09

bye-bye

I could make more rhymes,
if I took some time,
I could be a winner;
but I don't wanna sit
and cry with the saints,
I got all the stuff
to be a great sinner;

so I'll take my leave,
and leave you to believe
what you choose to;
but between you and me,
it's easy to see,
pain is what I'm used to;

so, adios, that's all he wrote,
but it was surely enough;

see I've got a soft center,
but the outside is tough;

so I'll pick up my tricks,
stay out in the sticks,
make dinner;
you won't see me,
mos' definitely,
'cause I'll be thinner:

bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye.



January 14, 2009, for She Who Is Now History.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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