Saturday, April 2, 2011

Death of a Grumpy Poet

I ain't gonna smile and I ain't gonna talk.

I ain't gettin' up and I ain't gonna walk.

I ain't eatin' or drinkin' or blinkin' or thinkin'.

I ain't gonna write and I ain't gonna rhyme.

Just gonna lie in this hole till the end of time.





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