On the road to lonesome town
where tortured poets play,
Met a gal who said 'Turn 'round
don't you come this way'
Laughed and said 'Don't worry'
held my ticket to her face.
'You can't be blamed, you're ignorant
this ain't your kind of place'.
'Sorry no one told me the poets
live by rules'.
'Too bad' she hissed,turned away,
'you're just another fool'.
Now I'm sittin' here and wondering,
aren't all poets simply fools,
Dreamers and weavers
spreading words like jewels.
I guess I'll hit the road
it's my one and only friend,
Perhaps the twist that brought
me here will bring me back again.
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