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Man On a Gun By Poefree
BLIND INJUSTICE I know that’s what she wants me to be But that’s just not me As I stood on an oak floored alter All of my friends certain I would faultier But no one should ever fault her The poor little lady was made so weak while all the while I wanted her to speak Tell me what bills are due tell me what the hell is new But especially explain to me how the blind man knew But I must get betrothed for a lot of money I owe So this, to me, was something I had to do, that much I know Because Big Black Bruce is a dude you don’t want to owe money to So I pretty much was being made to vomit out “I do” Bruce told me that he wasn’t going to get me with a knife or a gun He would just make me wish he had killed me with one And let me tell you I was in $2,350 deep Because 80 percent pure heroin in new york city wasn’t cheap So there stood she, My bride to be With a countenance that counts And nerves of steel for when trouble mounts My only thought was fight, flight and flee Because she was marrying a very “ not me” Yet she always accepts everything I’ve ever done So what do you do when your flesh tells you to run? But look out in the pews Women wearing their fanciest shoes They all came to party after the “I do’s” Yet and still a small voice couldn’t summon my words I refuse But could I stay united with someone who had married a fake? And be forgiven for every errant action I ever make How long would our hiding place still be that hidden lake And as for me I feel as if I’m making a cataclysmic mistake What with all the vows I am about to make and breach S**t, I remember Belize with another lovely on a secluded beach With golden and glistening sand And just at the right time she took my hand Or perhaps I’m wrong and it wasn’t Belize it was a floral field While I’m afraid my secret will be revealed Oh so very pretty in all puffy and fluffy white But suddenly I realized I was definitely right’ So I grabbed my best man and we didn’t drive……… we flew And I still wonder how that blind man knew © 2011.…poefree
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