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THE POET
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THE POET CAME IN STINCING OF GIN WITH A NIGHT ON THE TOWN IN HIS BREATH ENTERTAINING US ALL HAVING A BALL TELLING STORIES OF LIFE AND DEATH THOUGH HE DID PLEAD US DONīT FOLLOW LEADERS EVERYBODY FOLLOWED HIM I GUESS IF PEOPLE ENOUGH THINK A FAT MAN IS TOUGH YOU GOT TO HATE THE SLIM THE POET WENT OUT AND LEFT US IN DOUBT DID WE MAKE ANY SENSE OF IT ALL? MUSIC WAS DEAD AND INSIDE MY HEAD I WAS LEFT WITH MY BACK TO THE WALL ARE WE UNITED? OR ARE WE DEVIDED? WHAT IS THE TRUTHT HAT HE FOUND? IF I WORE HIS SHOES IīM SURE I COULD USE JUST ANY BOOZE AROUND THOUGH NO WAY COULD ANY LIQUOR MAKE A POET OUT OF ME SAINTS & SINNERS LOOSERS & WINNERS WERE CLAIMING THE HE WAS NEXT OF KIN BUT NOBODY HEARD THE SENSIBLE WORD CHASING THE MEANING WITHIN I FIND IT SYMBOLIC THAT THIS ALCOHOLIC WAS RATED AS HIGH AS THE LORD HE COULNīD GET OFF IT MAKING A PROFIT LIKE GENERAL MOTORS OR FORD ONE SUCCESS OF LIQUOR COULDNīT MAKE A POET OUT OF ME NOING LIFE IS A BITCH STILL YOU WANT MORE IīLL TAKE MY WRIGHTERS ITCH AND THROW IT OUT THE DOOR KNOWING LIVE IS A BORE IF YOU LET IT BE DONīT DRINK NO MRE TO MAKE A POET OUT OF ME īCAUSE I CAN STILL SEE THE SIGNS AND THE ROAD TO TAKE AND THAT FAMOUS THIN LINE BETWEEN GENUIN & FAKE STILL NO WAY COULD ANY LIQUOR MAKE A POET OUT OF ME NO! |
