it's either the rest home
or the noose
she tells me
you can't feel that way
feel what way
sweetheart?
everything has strings attached
everything moves with in it's own direction
everything falls apart
what I feel, I feel
if the masses run around happy
what's that to me?
I don't drink their booze
I don't take their drugs
I don't listen to their god
I married two times
the first one is dead
I had to sit and hold her hand as she died
strings attached
you bury the ones you love
the second marriage
has ground me up
spit me out
strings attached
big strings attached
house payment
child support
all tied in a bundle
someday's I feel
that I would like a big string
around my neck
but why let her win?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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