Son of a Gun

You could attempt to cash in
All your coins with me easily

First one out the door
Didn’t fly
That’s why it hurt so much
Cleaned the space for you
To try
You got to step in
Before anyone did

First one hurts
Like a son of gun

Even my eyes
Can’t hide heartbreak

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at