Laughter's What They're After
My tail was used to waggin'
While flirtin' in the sun
But now my ass is draggin'
From all the deeds they've done
The poachers all are gaffin'
Was hopin' they were dead
But they continued laughin'
While choppin' off my head
Won't need old Gordon Gekko
When my final days are done
My ears will never echo
All the laughter in the sun
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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