MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE

I didn’t know it was Ash Wednesday

 

Look at us all with black ash

I don’t doubt to dust I will crash

But no cross on my head

Cause I was in bed

When God distributed ash

 

Cigarettes

 

Cigarettes will make you die

Certain as penguins can’t fly

And if I needed a treat

I know which I’d eat

Those penguins surely would fry

 

Real Talk

 

I once saw Good Will Hunting

If I said it were bad I’d be fronting

But I might not admit

That I have seen it

If with “the boys” I were hunting

 

Story of his life

 

Beethoven Five with my shave

Look how refined I behave

But I don’t have a job

My parents I rob

At least I have sense to shave