Toybox Story
taking a flyer
but
why should we bother
to try a
new thing?
History tells and
even with bells on
it yells out a lie
unclean
unclean
have you seen
how unclean?
Sin is the thing we win when we sin
and we lose just the same.
I could have been a Saint
but
I wasn't and I ain't
but I could have been
even when I dream of what you
do not want to know,
I know.
So
no moral
that's for the gullible which
takes you off to Lilliput.
Just get on with what you're doing
mind yer own and wind yer neck in
there's nothing here for you to see
only me
and
I'm fading.
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