The Smoking Gun

The Smoking Gun We entertain thoughts at the work party with high class cocktales Running to and from our destination as are ego's soar throughout One word spoken out of context can throw a wrench on your reputation May need to take a rest on a well needed vacation So we carry on with a song in our hearts to light the spark The smoking gun will inflate the whole episode & duration In long lines we faint from the musical relaxation Through off a challenge with a shrug sweeping things under the rug We have to keep a close look out from the people around us Some bask in the advancement of there degree Others sharpen there pencils and let things be Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plough A challenge to be free is a question of time Let's look to the future and another place to dine In delicate roses it will tickle your fancy of everything that's fine As a caged rat that is hidden in it's tiny little hole It's a dog eat dog world that will help to inflate the ego Search your hearts everyone see if there is a place of fun The next move that you make may be your last No one gets by in this life on any free pass Quick conclusions often will lead the best of us astray The wisest move in life is but to wait Otherwise are galloping emotions run away like horses at the gate The smoking gun maybe coming to a theatre near you