Mr. King

Mr. King

The world
churns

It’s machine
singin its own
tune

The fish
jumps

From the
deep oceans

To your
plate

You livin
in your
hole

Grow wild
n lazy

With no
work

And only
liquor

By your
side

Smokin the
pipe

You fall
into the
hole

No one
by your
side

Except for
old bones

Caution: This might be all theory

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