ask me to play
I am no damn good
there's a pick in my pocket
at all times, just in case
there's a guitar to hand
I've a song I can fit
to any occasion, or
- this one at least.
it will hover and run
on the strings that are strung
to vibrate between your heart
and your head. Clumsily sung,
and fumblingly played, it will strike you
quite dead. I am, as I said
no damn good.
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