Thursday, 20 June 2013

Who knows! What the hell! Never sell snake oil to a con man!

Dead head!  Not alive he said,
Fed a fool full of empty promises,
Considered whether it was right,
Never understood why it could be wrong,
Is this a true actuality, a reasonable definite reality?
However brief the stay, cannot delay the inevitable,
Ha, you might say to that, was it the decision you could undertake,
As a black cat running right under a speeding car, how bizarre,
A penance of sorts, settled out of the courts, got any thoughts,
Whatever this might all mean, who knows perhaps it is just quaintly obscene! 

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