Inebriated Platitude
Sign right here on the dotted line
where everything is almost fine
and sip the sip of brandied wine
a thousand biting berries.
Step right up and don't be shy
today's the day you'll almost die
Stop the clock to ask it why
finding the hands are mute.
Slow right down but don't be late
for you'll be sure to complicate
the winding road to stop and wait
sipping the wind indigent
Pass right by and don't you cry
and we'll serve you a slice of sky
with brandied wine you'll wonder why
you ever can't be merry...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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