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!~