Since I exist
Nothing’s perfect
Said the wino to a big parrot
Sitting nonchalantly on his shoulder
Nibbling graham crackers while cursing,
“Come along now ladies, the shows about to begin!”
And the old sailor reached a filthy hand deep into his pocket
Pulling out a faded picture of the parrot’s mate he began to holler
I’ll give anybody a dollar who can tell me the name of this here parrot!
Suddenly a small boy in back of the crowd jumps up and says, it’s Maybelline.
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