Booby Boy
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Oh woe’s me
I told you about white tops
My friend Gary
White Tops blowing free
Today it was Booby
A good friend and his Harley
On a windless highway ride
My words are finally shaking me
And no more friends do I see
One place setting for Vangoman
On a long empty table tree
No more loads to carry
No more hands to bleed
Sent far below
To the promise land
Oh woe’s, woe’s me
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Some day’s life just sucks- sucks- sucks-sucks –sucks-sucks –suuuuucks
I’m 22 inside
It feels like I’ve just begun the ride
But just like a new day
Sunrises and sunsets keep falling away
Like leaves from an old tree
The woe’s, woe is blowing on me
(Note to readers: this is not a poem it’s just a little disgust)
