He just keeps on twisting. the wind keeps making him away.
spinning slowly back and forth like a pendulum on the clock
but the initial sight of our pall george the neighbor who is married to that whore nextdoor.
He must of hurt inside because he went and got liquor at the corner market. he used to go there before and he get tore up . cup by cup until enough was enough. he'd start trying to load his pistol try to work up the balls to kill his wife and end her lovers life. the disrespect brought him all of the strife he never did need and then this time they smoked last of the weed. He just did bunches of speed with a half gallon of that whiskey well sad is the place where that road leads. a noose a neck a dudes life gone. Well fuck it life continues to rape you you can never escape no the evil deeds a loose woman we seen what blues set him out to lose the 3 a man got used he's dead not news. and now we are back to do the show with you who you can talk to when you get blue. who was sad and it's true he hung himself andwith a.rope.and a., and I guess that is how he truly felt. about the hand he was dealt.