A good time (for a change),
but can you see?
The luck I've had
can make a good man
turn bad.
So please, why you didn't
let me get what I wanted
this time?
I was a stitch away from making it.
Now I will get away with a nod
and a wave of my hand.
How cruel is the golden rule.
(Intertextual collage, lyrics
by the Smiths and the FOB)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment