She kneels in answer to his fervent prayer
Tracy knows he has a player
Mrs. Trey-D has got the gift
She even ID’d the rotting stiff
But all is not fun and games
Her wealth has gone down in flames
But those are not worthy of merit
The real mystery, out, we must ferret
Look closely at the station
Your eyes are in for a sensation
The architecture is without rhyme
The art work is a crime
The doors, they face one way
The sign, their lead, does not obey
The building faces who knows where
God, it makes me want to swear
But we have been here before
And appears we are in for more
So what will we see next
At which we will be sorely vexed?
More plot filled with holes
Artwork in its last throes?
Yes, these things and more
Are for us, in store
So grab your bottle and take a swig
Then you won’t give a fig.
To those who left kind words, thank you.
My absence was just my moving from one state to another.
(I move real slow)
She kneels in answer to his fervent prayer Tracy knows he has a player Mrs. Trey-D has got the gift She even ID’d the rotting stiff But all is not fun and games Her wealth has gone down in flames But those are not worthy of merit The real mystery, out, we must ferret Look closely at the station Your eyes are in for a sensation The architecture is without rhyme The art work is a crime The doors, they face one way The sign, their lead, does not obey The building faces who knows where God, it makes me want to swear But we have been here before And appears we are in for more So what will we see next At which we will be sorely vexed? More plot filled with holes Artwork in its last throes? Yes, these things and more Are for us, in store So grab your bottle and take a swig Then you won’t give a fig.
To those who left kind words, thank you. My absence was just my moving from one state to another. (I move real slow)