Some people was an angry thin skinned man. Couldn't get along with his one man band. Quarter stick rocket and nails in his pocket. And a crying shame, some people is his name.
Some say April is the cruelest. And though I can be quite morose. The stiff who penned it on a fool's list. Of those who are chronically verbose. . When your head starts craning back.
You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little glass figurine. Why must you be so mean?. Don't you know I've got better things to do?. . I'm like a mail order product from a housekeeping magazine.
Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone. To sure fatal doses of malcontent through osmosis. But don't be sympathetic, just pass the anesthetic.
She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in her purse. She's got two ply, no fly, baby buggers. She's got a burlap sack, she's on a voter parade. Gonna get some carob cigars and some lemonade.
Im a breather, mail receiver. Ad I dont know where I stand. Not since someone informed me. That my house was built on sand. And its not the earth beneath me.