Weighted Coattails
I don't consider pity,
When somebody tries to slide up...
On my ride.
To fly their own kite.
No I don't think it is witty,
When somebody tries to whittle...
On my ride,
To ease on by!
I may not never ever give up when I cuss
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
No...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
I don't consider pity,
When somebody tries to slide up...
On my ride.
To fly their own kite.
No I don't think it is witty,
When somebody tries to whittle...
On my ride,
To ease on by!
Oh no!
No no no no no no no...
I,
May not never ever give up when I cuss.
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
No...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss.
I may show more than just disgust,
With language that gets rough!
I use to drag weighted coattails,
But too much is enough.
Oh...
I may not never ever give up when I cuss.
I use to drag weighted coattails,
But too much is enough.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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