If I knew a man named Bo-jingles, then I’d have him dance for you in worn out shoes. But the man I know was unfortunate to lose those shoes. The things he bears are with the things he wears, such as green coat for all the money he lost at the boats; it is ashamed how he was an addict to playing those games. A pair of blue worn out jeans, to show his regret for being so mean. The brown and gray gloves to show his passionate love. And a black shirt to say how he feels like dirt. So tell me then, why cry? Why just curl up and die. I mean it can’t be all that bad and sure were all a little sad. Now sir, stand on your feet and dance to a beat and just remember, please. Oh! PLEASE, remember to never accept defeat.
the man i knew
February 5, 2010