adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

HONESTY

I'm stingy, stubborn, and I stink;
I smoke cigars and I drink.
I reckon I'm quite a catch,
So where can I find my match?

Watch the tube in my underwear,
All day in an easy chair.
Just lounge around the house;
Who would be a proper spouse?

Honesty's the best policy
Everyone's been telling me;
I am an open book
So why does no one look?

There's stubble on my cheek,
Though I shave 'most every week;
And I'm far from being rich
But I could scratch your itch.

I admit being scared of knives
On account of my three ex-wives;
So why do much cooking here
When Kentucky Fried is near?

Honesty's the best policy
Everyone's been telling me;
I am an open book
So why does no one look?

Stephen Brooke ©2009

Okay, a total throwaway, skit-like little song. I'll try being profound tomorrow. Oh, and, of course, the real Steve is handsome, debonair and shaves most days! :D

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