C’est La Vie, C’est La Vie Poem by Kevin Patrick
C’est La Vie, C’est La Vie
If there’s one thing I never quite trust
It’s the shiny smirk of a car salesman
A picture perfect psychopath
With manners stitched from religion
And who tattle tales on a promise
When we all know there isn’t a heaven
To trade in and for all our sins
After the odometer runs outs
And we cants afford to buy the parts
For Japanese knockoffs
as the Fisher King Says
C’est la Vie, C’est la vie
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