It is really bad, but my friend said it would be okay to post. Blame it on her
Why do you hold a grudge?
Why canít you forgive?
Why donít you learn to loosen up,
And let the poor boy live?
Grandma with the ailing heart,
Give her one more whack at life.
It would save you a lot of work
And us a lot of grief.
I consider us old pals, you know.
Weíve crossed paths many times.
Iíve seen and heard of your works.
Iíve read in papers of your crimes.
Buddy of mine, one favor please,
Just for old times sake,
Maybe you could forget my name,
Or lose it by mistake?
Remember grandma and the boy,
Remember all the rest,
But do not remember me at all.
It would be for the best.
I would give you anything,
But nothing can I give.
Please, just find it in your heart
To let the poet live.
"If life had no sense and I had to choose nonsense, then I too should consider this the most sensible nonsense."