Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Friday, 1 June 2012
7. Six Pockets
6 Pocket kecks so hard to find
Stay alive; Do a jive an'
Stay at home watching TV
Save them all
For reprieve!
Ther dance shall begin for our own
State o' Sin
6 pocket kecks so worn and torn
I shall Dance it all.
6 pockets so fulla gigs
Stamnd them all;
My aging face
6 pockets;
So full of life
The ultimate sacrifice.
Making our way to the dome
My mind is the only throne
6 pockets meant to dare
6 pockets so fulla air.
6 pockets so stained with sin
6 pockets my only din
6 pockets The Thrifty worn
6 pockets keep me through the night.....
Ther dance shall begin for our own
State o' Sin
6 pocket kecks so worn and torn
I shall Dance it all.
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