6.08.2004 :::
Sr. Mal Suerte
He goes along a road with one path,
Sr. Mal Suerte.
Thinking that it takes two hands to hold,
two lips to kiss.
Taking no initiative.
Sr. Mal Suerte just watches as she
Rides into the moonlight.
Electric fences and polio paranoia,
He still has 2 weeks in the future.
But they won't matter.
Sr. Mal Suerte, has a back up plan,
He'll learn some mandarin,
And teach the children.
To take his mind off things, magical
And then he'll vanish all regret.
Oh, Sr. Mal Suerte, put down your
Gun. The post office opens late
Today, and plus it is your fault.
It takes one to please,
And another to forgive.
So I'll just bite my tongue,
As I am Sr. Mal Suerte.
I'm not sorry for the things I've done,
But regret the time I knew and acted not.
Goodbye Sra. Buena Suerte.
::: posted by Matthew at 8:50 AM
