Y - Hole- 3

Them holes in my life.
Onward the others strife.
Holes and holes all around.
Upside, downside, all clowns. Happy face, ugly smile.
Both are holes, again no style.
Pile on the junk real high.
Up to the holes in the sky.
Some come down into my eye.
What is that holes name? ? ? ?
Hole game, all the same.
Can't catch a flying moon.
Eating again from the silver spoon.
Turn the mind into a loon.
Can't happen any to soon.
Find me a quiet room.
Around the month of June.

10/27/2006 Joe Poewhit

JESUS SAVES