Free Cee You Cannot Tell a Book By Its Lover
YOU CAN'T TELL A BOOK BY ITS LOVER
He called himself the king of the street
and so did all the people he'd meet
after all, anyone who has what you want is king
and one must bow down and kiss his ring
if you were dope sick the man was a healer
and so you headed straight for the dealer
after all there comes a time when you admit defeat
and that's why he was called “King of the Street”
he had no heart and business always came first
and his patrons didn't know it but they became cursed
cursed by a king who had no heart or sympathy
and treating his subjects with apathy
one day a neighbor of the king looked out the window
and lo and behold what do you know
the king was a cross dresser is what the neighbor had seen
so I suppose instead of king he should be dubbed queen
© 2012.....copy right PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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