sábado, 27 de abril de 2013

One legged man

That one legged man
Oh he knows we all need something and he sells
He speaks the language of a thousand lies
he has trouble in the hour eye to eye

But many eat it up like it´s the raw grandeur of some family tree
He would be the gossip of noble women and their noon tea
few could coerce on one leg but he does without a peg

Ripping us off with his bad deals
The spiels are rippling
Like the pride of kipling
Note little rests beyond his mouth

There´ll be no recompense upon the mount
Every deal finds itself
it´s own core going south

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