Lost
A man don't need directions
Cause he knows where he has been
You see the man is like the rooster
And the woman, well, she's the hen
So when you pull up to that station
To get a little gas
The urge to ask which way to go
Will almost always pass
A man knows where he's going
And where he wants to be
The situation is under control
Just trust him and you'll see
He'll never ask directions
No matter what the cost
I guess I'll end this poem
Cause now I'm really lost
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010
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