really seems strange
ta' write this
and yet i must
'cause written is what i do

no poetry
that rhymes
not this time

only tears
and new found fears
and time

mom died june 13 2003
dad on 4/21/05 you see

everyone
came ta' give condolenscences
and take
what they wanted 'ises
hell ya would a thought
it was haunted
or just bought for them

they came so fast
nothin' could last
guess the past
was past

but what remains
is the sames
old leftovers
and do-overs
a 4-leaf clover

so now it's just the $$$
honey
ain't it funny
it ain't so sunny
ta' see
or ta' be
me

'cause i be the 1
that son of a gun
still on the run
tryin' ta' catch up
with whats' up
banks & taxes & thanks
and oh yeah
just where
is the money
honey
ain't it funny

for all i do
or what yuu do
someone always screws you

but...

i did what i did
i'm glad i dunit'
if i wuld a hid
who could of done it?

so i think
i'll take another drink
have another cigarette
and maybe another yet
to come

i've done what i could

i did what i should

so another drink
i think
another cigarette
you bet