You poor dear guy with fishy eyes,
The kind of man my mother would despise,
I'd love to end your hopeless sorrow
And make you well -
For you there's only today,
And, sure as hell, there'll be no tomorrow.
Is this a re-edit? I'd swear I'd seen it before. Or maybe I've been drinking too much and am seeing double.... Fun one. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ten over ten well done