Stravinsky, Moe, Or William Do Tell. - Poem by Michael Gale
Stravinsky, Moe or William do tell...
Some days i just feel like i'm going straight to hell.
Writer's cramps are nothing more than merely known as
Don't ya hate it when a group of smart asses tell you to just go to hell.
or even to just bite us? One, two three or four...
Are you a whore? or do you just want more?
Greed is a funny evil little dude...
Sometimes it can make anybody turn out to be angry or rude.
Anger can blind one's judgement and at the same time bother some one who is disturbed as well.
This can blindly guide you straight down to hell.
Shrinks are doctors who charge you a lot of money,
so that they can call you crazy...
One day you will be required to get off your butt and get a job-
You no good slob, you are too damn lazy.
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