In Honky Tonks And Dives
I am one of the poor
I barely make a dime
My rotten poetry
At times don't even rhyme
I think grits are yummy
Cooked with lobster's kin shrimp
But I'm not a player
I'll never be a pimp
I don't need your money
I have earned a signet
The rich can't buy heaven
Stick this in ya'lls vignette
Ya'll rich can live it up
Enjoy your Mary lives
I'll continue slumming
In honky tonks and dives
. 11/5/2016
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