Angling
Tom Sawyer
Five
sheets to the wind and that’s quite a lick
Pour out
that tequila or is it gin reeking of tonic?
If I
slide out the bar, with whom will I end up home?
The
blonde, the brunette, red head or someone equally undone
Questions
to ponder for the night’s still young
Daylight’s
the conjurer and it weighs a ton
Somewhere
in the mix, was a lover to stay
But you
see I’m a wanderer and it rhymes with philanderer
Dammit do
I laugh, because I’m one of those
Conformity
irritates me and convention is an evil invention
So I
search and have found, but they’ve all been me
And I’ve
been them, always fighting to be free
How long
until that difference runs out?
You know
when it does because when she left it was empty all night
So now I
turn and seek what I dismissed
To be on
the sober solid way with one forever, off the stage and on track is tough
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