Pace

A bus rolled down
and I said with a frown
get your silly butt to town
or you will look like a clown
with a perpetual frown
I sat in the corner crying
Oh my baby, I will keep trying
because your smile is the reward
but your eyes, blood shot
and blurry, you need a drink to recover
red wine, sweet grapes, crushed
and squashed to make my Happy wine. So I
drank and drank until my eyes shine
Honestly, throw me a bone!
or at least cut me a break. You know
my luck
with your luck, you'll need the help
of Osama
Nacho Mama
Wow, how hard was this to say
As difficult as conformity
must be to adjust to-
finish another one, is what I like to do