Poem: Too Good To Be True.
To Good To Be True.
.
I needed wine ‘tho it was late,
I’d had a few, I looked a state.
But soon the Offie would be closed
And i’d be feeling indisposed.
.
I looked like crap, but I should care
For baggy pants and rat’s nest hair.
I mean, it’s late, who would I meet,
At this hour, just across the street.
.
But there I stood, in quite a queue,
I had to speak to quite a few.
My half-baked plans do end like this,
Sometimes my life just takes the piss.
