The Rainy Day Dream
I sit on my cot
And smoke some pot
The rain beats on my tent
An makes it bent
Bad as my car with the dent
That I wish I never lent.
I tak a long toke
Of hot pot smoke
Comes out my ears
But it rids me of tears
Better than a six pack of beers
Dreamy as a catalog from Sear's
Ocean Jetty Blues
Siting on this Ocean Jetty
I dream about my true love Betty
Even though I go with Joan
My heart is simply on a loan
That's why I act cold as stone
I speak my piece with such a hard tone
Like a dog who's lost his bone
It's terrible how I cut and moan
A dull rusty knife that needs a hone.
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