-- That Man --
That man is my partner I shall not want
he makes me lie down in beds every night
he leads me beside still baths
He destroys my soul
he thinks he walks in the paths of righteousness
for he ruins my name
Yeah, though I walk
through the thicket of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil man,
for the one whom steals my breath
he thinks his rod will comfort me
Though he prepares a seat at the table for me
in the presence of his friends that take an use me
and douse me with oil over my body
making my cup runneth over
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow this
all the days of my slaved life
and I will dwell in the house of an a**hole forever
The End
© WrenchPoet 97
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