Phil Bart Kills Me - Poem by Ted Sheridan
He was a left handed lying liberal
Who wore his watch on his right wrist
Opposite of the norm
He was also an ambidextrous liar
Who could lie convincingly
from both sides of his mouth
even when his lips weren't moving
He is the lowest of the low.....
And if I could
I would take him with me when I go....
How long can you hold your breath underwater?
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