Manage Your Pace Poem by Gary McPhail

Wishing well with these stories I tell, hoping to sell when I yell
Lets get mashed, trashed smoke so much hash were going back to our past,
Were getting there fast, no stopping the spell that has been cast,
Its going to last until we reach our wrath.

Deciding which path to walk,
Knowing your not a bottle sealed with a cork,
Still have to talk, I’m not a morgue
I put myself there, either way why would I care.

I have no idea what is really clear,
So I’m having a smoke and another beer,
Bring the cheer, but bring yourself
All through the year bring your wealth.