JUST ANOTHER LOVE HATE HEARTATTACK CANT LIVE WITHOUT POEM
Don't need to be told what love is about
Bringing her coffee when I have the gout
Forty nine years November 17 is fifty
Soft numbers the old man says stiffly
All of them to the same blushing bride
The only one all my secrets I do confide
Now I can look at another woman's body
Whisper to the Petticoat Dictator she's a hotty
We both know in all these long years
Body means nothing its whats between the ears
Those of you suffering from a heart attack
The booze, drugs and cigarettes cut back
Oh, and if he or she is gone more than a day
Call the Salvation Army haul their stuff away
Cause if they don't come back don't love you anyway
And that stuff about dying they don't come back
Just call 9-11 they'll give your chest a whack