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L
Here or there I take a spot of time
to recollect on these lessons of mine
First and foremost I must say
There is no "L" in my last name
There's nothing epic, no wayward stay
about an italian kid on a runaway train
Next on the list brings back some stain
I still can't pull the scrap away from my frame
But I can remember when the wound was wide awake
My loosely strung vocals were somewhat at stake
Fear not, fair maiden, I shall whisk you away
The liquor store's but a few blocks that way
I feel qualified by age to walk through these doors
I can't wait to see what shit may be in store
There's a pothole there, watch your next few steps
Watch your feet as you slide, bloody step, bloody step
We've been here at some other chapter
But I can't recall just what we were after
Something beyond the shelves of meaningless haze
Behind and below the clear liquid craze
I stumbled upon it once, hard to believe
I threw it aside for my bride-to-be
Sorry, Sam, I've come back for claims
I've got a couple thousand panthers to tame
Last thing to recall, drink before grind
I know I can't see and I know I'll be fine
And when I crack the whip, I need to say
"There's no 'L' in anything these days."
Signed, Robert Dominic Ventre Jr.
