Free Cee It Is Fine To Whine While Drinking Wine
IT'S FINE TO WHINE WHILE DRINKING WINE
Now let me get this straight
You want me to walk for forty-three minutes
Under a blaringly hot Mid-August Florida sun
With a breeze that is hiding just east of the horizon
It would blow,
but for the fact that I would be walking for forty-three minutes while being roasted by a fearsome southern sun
It would blow
For almost anyone
But not for me
And you want me to come over, why?
Because your papa shot your puppy
Before he shot himself in the head
And the bullet went clean through his brain.......
then out the back of his skull
seems your dad's skull had mad skill
So after the speeding brass speeding toward your father skillful skull made your father's brain look like re-fried beans, it exits,
somewhere near the brain stem
And continued on toward your wall
Right where you hang your nineteen-forty-six Joe DiMaggio Rookie baseball card
Valued at a cool one-hundred and sixty thousand dollars
And the projectile propelled by your papa
patently destroyed the star of your baseball card collection
hey, you know, the bullet would have missed Jolting Joe if it had hit your dad in the spine
and that would have been by perpetuity's design
Well, is that why you want me to come over, so I can listen to you whine?
Okay, I have the problem succinctly solved
I'll come over so long as wine and drugs I like are involved
© 2012….copyright 2012..PHREECEE....~free cee!~
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