Tuesday, February 09, 2010

It Was A Sunday

It was a Sunday
Or wait maybe a Monday
Oh well but it was a fun day
So we made a call and made
Some crazy shit come our way
Today we wanted to feel alive
So we hopped in Nissan to go and hide
To get so low
Well you know
How we'd do it just like voodoo Magic
Soon we forget where we were and were
Stuck in Traffic
Pull over I've got to piss
Go to the Golden Arches
Turn now so you don't miss
McyD's if you please
What happened next I still don't believe
He ordered his food but it changed his mood
Walking with his meal tray
He fell to the ground and started Shaking
I looked to my friend Hey you is he faking?
He said I don't know then he…

Written by: Christopher P. Gansert

Copyrighted by Philip Gansert 2003

All Rights Reserved

Posted by PhilGansert on 02/09 at 09:26 PM
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