Friday, 10 September 2010

that guy

He used to cry and cry and cry,
he'd wake up and well up and the well would not dry.
He used to sigh oh god he'd sigh,
he'd sigh at hello and again at goodbye.
He used to a real nice guy,
weepy but friendly if overly shy.

Now he is vulgar and brash and unkind ,
a bulldog of a man a bear with no mind.
he'll huff and he'll puff but he'll utter no sigh,
he'll punch walls with his knuckles but he'll never cry,
he'll steal, and he'll kill, he'll cheat and he'll lie!
When he was a pussy he was my kind of guy.

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