Broken people without a clue
makes me wonder about you
cynical twists on every view
Sing the song once again
but the melody is your bane
and elocution renders pain
I'm relaxing here
and without cause
you bang the gavel on vapid laws
Posted on February 24, 2010 at 8:00am —
Handle this thing
With gloves and a sting
Accept the bad news
With booze and the Blues
Our mettle is lost
Sold for a meal
The chicken was good
The bread’s a bit stale
Posted on February 4, 2010 at 1:00pm — 2 Comments
And then there were three
The look of the street
Barren and beat
And then there were two
Just me and just you
And then there was one
Details revealed
Investigation begun
And then there was none
Posted on February 3, 2010 at 2:00pm — 2 Comments