Gallows for a Cat - Banker's Lamp

(I don't want to assume anything about
Anyone, if that's all right with you...)

Life is a sick, sadistic, twisted mistress with fifty shades of lipstick
And a dipstick with quick wits and dishpit shifts in't fit to risk it
I'm a brisket out in the sun like a misfit
Is it me or is it getting sunburnt
Out in here cuz I just gotta wonder
My blunders are frequent, delinquently
I attempt to speak more poignantly
Than the average boy with a GPA
With some higher numbers
Stumblers wobble but the bobbleheads
Are the ones that make it when they're old and dead
I'm afraid I present a conundrum
Doldrums keep me from uninterrupted
Slumber so I lumber gracefully
Tastefully arranging in a sequence
Words that I know and I tap on random
Objects around the space that I'm in
It's an interesting individual characteristic
I think, but I could be wrong

Written by:
Graham Ganahl

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