Sunday, July 15, 2001

I met a little man, He had a little mind, When he had a little drink, I lost a lot of time, He had a few opinions, On those different from he, He solved all others problems, Then made a run at me, He fixed all others lives, Even when there was no need, He never was not right, He held the stage with greed, His life is almost perfect, He got a little sappy, I couldn’t help but wonder, If he’s really all that happy, His claims of knowing men, Were drowned throughout the night, By screeching Iron Maiden, His dancing was a fright, An asshole he may try to be, He tried with all his mite, The sad truth that we all can see, Is he‘ll never grow in height. 12:00:00 AM    says you