Thanksgiving Blues
Black stockings made of fish net
Little Darling don’t you fret
Taking another trip down the road of regret
Buying children school clothes at the shopping outlet,
Lord, I didn’t anticipate being alone
No calls coming in on the telephone
All those expressions cold as stone
If I could borrow love I’d take out a loan,
Sky is gray the street wet with rain
Were all my life’s efforts in vain?
All this could drive a good man insane
Right now I’d even settle for plain Jane,
The window glass misty with my breath
Is this really a type of living death?
There’s another name for Satan and that’s Seth
Where is she when you need her Lady Macbeth?
Misery, it seems is my only friend
There’s more uncertainty just around the next bend
Sometimes a man’s heart can never mend
Perhaps I’m just getting closer to the end,
Standing on the sidewalk watching life pass me by
They call it self-pity they’re all so steel eyed
If they’d been through the same thing as I
They’d simply moan, give up, and cry,
God look down upon this pathetic man
You knew what was to happen then what was the plan?
If I would have known I would have ran
No guests for Thanks Giving no holiday ham.
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Doc - Thank you. It's apt, I thought.
Hey James great new avatar!
I like what the rave girls do with fishnet hose. They put them on, spray their legs with wash-off paint that glows under black light, then take the stockings off. Gets me right in the cockles of my heart.
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