4
I've tied my shoes, as I fold my hands to the completeness;
Of the common area, walking on coals of fire;
I combed my hair with every desire to refresh myself
And as I fix the flat tire;
Whose gonna mop the kitchen floor;
While locking the basement door;
Keeping out the old fish, who's cooking out of old ceramics;
I apologize as I wonder whose gonna dry my eyes as I cry;
I washed my feet with gasoline,
While the police officer treating me mean;
Wasted collard greens, someone place my silk handkerchief
in the washing machine ;
Watching the new today what am I to believe, how shall we receive;
Whose gonna mop the kitchen floor;
While locking the basement door;
Keeping out the old trout, as the elderly shout;
saying the youth the young today don't know what it's all about;
There is nothing more than two pair, nothing more than two doubles;
Add each scenario together and you have the number
4
Want more, one plus one plus one plus one is
4
so just relax, your limited max out don't pout
Want more, ten fingers minus two thumbs and fold the
remaining four fingers you show the remainder is
4
So you still want more then I suggest you go to,
the golf coarse place the ball on the ground prior to you hitting it holler;
4
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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