by John Doe 5 Replies latest jw friends
I just might have to pump you, full of lead.
When my ole equestrian takes a disliking,
He'll be mighty hard to live with, if you ain't dead.
I'll saddle up, and go on moseying,
I'll get the hell right, out of Dodge.
And if that ole sheriff comes a sniffin,
I'll be sure to slop him, like a bunch of hogs.
So,
Don't hang my horse because he's shaggy,
I'll go and pump you, full of lead.
My ole shaggy horse, will commence to chuckling,
And won't remember, a thing I said.
And he looked into the sky and wondered why, he always seemed to ask questions, that only he could answer.
But if the truth be known, multiple choice is hardly a real answer.
But if asking served one purpose, that purpose was obvious to all but him, that it's servant was all but irrelevant, tussling after shapeless winds.
But if, and so, half full, half empty, perspective is a bitch.
Duped, by far the cruelest word. And yet, is it possible to surpass such cruelty, by denying one's self the chance of being duped?
