Well it's been a night and a day
of delight
It's been a grey sky rising
But the sway and the way of
The newly threshed hay,
I feel my spirit's horizon
I suckered the punch
I learned to eat lunch
Without much food nor much money
But no lunch is free
And a supper's not a tea
Not unless
Your thieves are inviting
COME TAKE ME TO DINNER
i am a winner
I beg and I steal and hob nob
And the cheek of the butter
Is in the pudding you nutter
Don't go off before you finish the job
Of salient cheese
All down on my knees
Begging for a piece of mind
Well you can give me a jerk
Or a forty dollar shirt
But it won't ease the trouble I find
I'm back on the farm
But they sold the estate
No you can make hay or you can placate
The love of a hansom mare or jump gate
Just let her run wild
Until it's too late
THEn CLOSE THE STABLE DOOR
And watch her escape
for time is a post-modern construct of late
And women need boundaries
just as men do
You would hear me say such diplomatic make-do
Such poppy-cock of reason
OR WHAT A TREASON
But brother no woman is blameless
And I am capricious
When they are delicious
But it's just a season of mind
I only knew one saint in my life
And I tried to marry her
But she wouldn't be my wife
She would never stab me in the back it was
true
So I had to do it
And passover to you
We all survived the ghettoization
Of souls
But glass houses couldn't stem
Our migration
And now it is gone there is more to go wrong
Than a bottle of bud and a barrel of rum
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