10 October 2007

poh, a tree

if it wasn't for you, it'd be over.
if it wasn't for you, it'd be done.
if it wasn't for you,
when the rent come due -
we'd'a landed on square one.

if it wasn't for you, it'd be over.
if it wasn't for you, it'd be done.
if it wasn't for you,
& that thing you do -
it'd as likely not begun.

where would it go without you,
if you were to go away?
would it go where it needs to go,
and stay where it needs to stay?

if it wasn't for you, i'd be over.
if it wasn't for you, i'd be done.
if it wasn't for you,
& the way you come through -
... come through...
... come through - with the last freakin' line to the freakin' poem. criminy. but, no. no-o-o. don't want to make the easy rhyme. anyone can make the easy rhyme. right. how about any rhyme? yeah, that's it. any freakin' rhyme. whatcha got for me, eh? nothing. criminy.

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