The dos and dont’s
The was and wont’s
The fronts
The rears
The wars
The years
O it was just a phase
That’s what they’d say
Funny turn of phrase
Just one of those days
Yeah my son o son my son
Where are the suns rays
The poets are cannon crushed
For fools and whores
So we’re rushed
Through the dos and dont’s
The was and wont’s
To the fronts
Just like gears
For the wars
The fools and whores have fears
That’s what they’dsay
If honesty was policy
Yet fools are ever dapper in their double tongue
Deception with felicity
Flays the virgin young
O nurse become a chef
Turn this pancake lad right over
He’s got no bottom half
Couldn’t duck for cover
Quiet quick enough
Yeah there was a fine parade
He was called a diamond in the rough
Left his better shade
Out somewhere in time
Cause we have to get paid
Elsewise its a crime
Responsibility that’s the rules
To feed the whores and fools
Keep them coddled warm in bed
Yeah they’ll send the poets
Till poems are dead
The dos and dont’s
The was and wont’s
Are ringing in my head
I am stern above the marble
Waiting in the tower
Sleeves are heavy
With tears Ill shower
Yes Ill shower clean
That which this wicked sphere has been
I do not worship
I am not worshiped
Soon I will be seen
Will be seen
Seen
(Goodness the formatting is getting weird as I switch between classic and Gutenberg?)
Pardon the Mess
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