Monday, March 9, 2009

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 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