22 October 2016

F E A R

No-Hope-Road

they don’t give you much room around here

they’ll steal yer face

or stamp on yer stones

just for a chuckle

but not me

I relinquished the instruments of violence

many years ago

– that’s a mugs game –

I rely on good old fashioned bonhomme

I cruise around here armed with only a smile

and a line in sparkling repartee

– unless I got the F E A R –

then all bets are cancelled

I’ll come on like a regular chump

with all my guns blazing

so don’t get in my way

just don’t get in my way

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