Bar
The girl at the bar
Sitting in her car
Not that far
From her guitar
Staring the star
Counting how they are
From afar
******Dead*****
The man in the bed
Holding his head
Refuse to feed
From his bread
When the disease spread
Many said
That it lead
His ugly dead
They never read
That sign when his body turn to red
*****Kill*****
The man fill
His bill
And write his will
Before he was kill
At the saw mill
Under the hill
Copyright © Bah Momodoup | Year Posted 2016
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