Thursday, February 14, 2008


(Sung to the tune of "A Pocket full of Rye")

Sing a song of lost love
A pocket full of spite
Anger and quick tempers
stuck on a pike

When the pike was brought out
the words begin to fly
was it life so lived like
that made him want to die?

Dad is in the room next door
teaching little sis
Mom is on the family couch
soaked in TV bliss

Little bro is downstairs
talking on the phone
But what of the other one
who sleeps all alone?

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