Here is the song I wrote the other day. A true story about a man’s shattered dreams, and the note he left behind. (Contains one “adult” word, if that sort of thing bothers you…)
You can also download this track at CD Baby or listen at Spotify.
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Here I sit broken hearted
Paid a dime but only farted
Yedterday I took a chance
saved a dime and shit my pants.
Thanks, greyfox. I may need to write another song… 🙂
When all the shit house poets die
We will build for them on high
In honor of their brain and wit
A monument of solid shit.
Those who write on bathroom walls
Roll their shit in little balls.
Those who read these words of wit
Eat those little balls of shit.