Face

“Face”

What’s your core
Soft or hard?
So damn wild your
Life is scared
You drink
With the enemy
A toast
To the dead
Out on Thin ice
You so often tread
No tie
For this guy
With a face-full
Of shit
There is gold in most holes
And a hooter that’s lit
Take a ride in Calypso
The funky green truck
We’ve a date with destiny
So let’s test our luck

Jimbo  6-18-00

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