Card From the Deck
Sometimes we draw,
the card from the deck,
a pain in de rissole,
painful as heck,
fate fakes the magic,
And fatal we swoon,
prearranged so tragic
ironic the tune,
till we do our time in the sack,
no escape no going back,
till we escape from the light of the moon?
a sanity attack,
and over all too soon,
alas and bloody alack... don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2015
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