Pity Me
Pity me, this mess you see
a wretch, a livid devil!
questions of your troubled love
seem never up to surface
but old Lamont is sad and gaunt
and maybe never sadder
than when his many, many friends
are none to ask the matter
pity me, you must agree
our age is ever-dawning
failure though, you may well know
will answer often softly
oh, poor Belle has lots to tell
of decadence and malice
what more could plague this pretty
post-rock girl from upper Dallas
pity me, apologies
to all my bygone victims
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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