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Last Updated: 01/05/2005 11:49:16
I'd say that I'm a gambler
A misled midnight rambler
A man of flaming visions,
Fleeting thoughts...
With heart as pure as vodka
I'd let you be my lodger
Forgive my indecisions,
Bleeding warts...
Some claim that I'm preacher
A backstreet bongo's teacher
Some say that I'm the devil in disguise...
But brother I beseech you
Don't let your questions eat you
And always keep the sunshine in your eyes...
I'd say I was a watcher
A sometime psychic doctor
Prescribing rhyming couplets
To the brave
I'd change my name to Roger
Buy whores and helicopters
But they won't let me in
Unless I shave
Some think that I'm mistaken
The last of Gods forsaken
Some say that I'm a man to be despised
But sister I impeach you
Don't let the world defeat you
And always keep the sunshine in your eyes
I'd say I was a lover
A one who needs an other
A carefree drunken dreamer
Restless soul
I keep it undercover
So you won't tell your mother
And she won't look to me
To fill her hole
Some swear that I'm a liar
A makeshift mock messiah
Some say that I'm a victim of my lies
But Father I will teach you
As swirling smoke unseats you
And daylight splits the rolling thunder skies...
Don't let the bastards beat you
Don't let the Gods mistreat you
And always keep
The sunshine
In your
Eyes....
(Inspired by the ever inspiring words of the Inspirational Jane Foster and Michelle Dee)
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Copyright ©2005 Lee Cassanell
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