By and by I, me and my
and a damsel in distress,
waited in the bottled gin
with a sign: do not transgress.

What keeps this issue from
taking afloat is it’s gravity.

“I got a lot and that is not
a reason to confere”,
I said to her and she said “sure!”
“These hides are in transfer.”

What keeps this issue…

She fained a smile – it took a while
(the dead are coming back).
She said: “You boys, have just one choice
and that choice is heart-attack.”

What keeps this issue…