Truth Is, I Lied
Stumbled into a messy bathroom
gazing at a sorry-looking moron
in front of an unforgiving mirror;
Head cracking while the world reels,
groping for the damn remote control,
breath badly reeking of alcohol;
Who cares what CNN or Fox News claims,
not my business if Wall Street crashes out,
nor Steve Fossett’s plane’s whereabout;
Go to hell Obama and you too Osama!
so what if oil dips under ninety a barrel
or if the frigging economy is fragile;
Truth is I lied and it terribly hurts
keeping a front and pretending
that losing my girl is no big deal;
Say, can you help me, John McCain
or for that matter, you Sarah Palin
as my world goes down the drain;
Lost again in her memory tonight
easily I cry and just easily I die
now that baby’s gone for good.
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