The Thorned Bush !

Be that as it may.., WIthin every heart their beats a sweet melody.., For many are torn amidst it's true subject matter.., Oft' why do we even think nor seem to bother ? With pen on paper, Nor a stereo to Caper.., Just me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish ! Wanting to hear the newest dish, Out of a time well spent in thought ! Caught up in the in between the world I know.., Then to the one I long to go ! Perhaps it would be better if I would shuffle off to Buffalo ? Yet still, how does one even bother to know ? With limestone upon the vast waterfront.., Faces that will lead us to the next polished traces.., Still with caviar along with a big fat cigar, Some may say I ressemble Tony Saprano ? Yet we set our course still at full steam ahead.., Better make your appointment soon else you may whinde up dead ! Still this is the path by which we have chosen.., Hence there is no such thing as kissing cousins ! Yet where does one go when things go wrong ? While the cattle is outside with the horses We should all sing a happy song.., Else you be better off sleeping nice next to the fishes ! Now finish all of your dishes !