Just Taking His Time Poem by Dorsey Baker
Just Taking His Time
He wears a shaggy beard
his eyes
are bloodshot red
he is a wanted man
but there is
no price upon his head
the clock is ticking
but he don't mind
he is just
taking his time
he drinks his whisky
and let his demons
mess around
he is a wounded man
but he aint wounded enough
to die
weeping willows weep
but you'll never
see them cry
he is that kind of guy
and he is
just taking his time
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