Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I WANT TO BE A SOUTHERN WRITER

I'MA BE DEAD BY THE TIME I'M 49
DEAD WITH A GUN NEXT TO MY BODY
NO BULLET HOLES OR NUTHIN'
IT WEREN'T NO BULLETS KILLED ME
IT WERE THE CHICKEN BONE
I GOT LODGED IN MY THROAT
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DJ Berndt said...

haha. this is great.

March 25, 2009 at 5:56 AM

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