Friday, September 4, 2009

Muddied Waters

Down deep, my occult crystal ball
holds answers you seek, big and small
Oh my, it's bad news
You, sir, have the blues
A mule, it seems, kicks in your stall


The eyeballs roll up in my head
with visions of what lies ahead
I see your best pal
and two-timing gal
predicting their future in bed


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