Urine, but I'm out
living on a shoe-string.
You were in a hurry,
eyes unsteady, blurry.
Chanced, took a leap.
I run, wild and free
without pain, misery,
streaming yellow pout,
stains behind ... no doubt
but free.
Urine, but I'm out.
living on a shoe-string.
Of various places,
I prefer shoe laces.
Number one ... OUT!
I run, wild and free
without pain, misery,
streaming yellow pout,
stains behind ... no doubt
but free.
Urine, but I'm out.
living on a shoe-string.
No wings just a prayer,
as I swing ... am aired,
wallow in mud.
I run, wild and free
without pain, misery,
streaming yellow pout,
stains behind ... no doubt
but free.
Urine, but I'm out
dangling from a shoe-string.
You string me along
with the same old song ...
it's way too long.
I run, wild and free
without pain, misery,
streaming yellow pout,
stains behind ... no doubt
but free.
Urine, but I'm out
dangling from a shoe-string.
Much worse than replaced strings
comes if his mother brings
brand new shoes ...
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I think that you are expressing a lot more here than at first it seems "on the surface." Love and best wishes,
Regis