Sick to Me Gullet

I wrote this shortly after being poisoned to death by my wife.

Aye, Lady Luck, she knocked at me door.
But when I opened up, weren't nothing but a w***e.
Still I let her up into me blimey bed;
Come mornin' she was gone and I was dead.

Sick to me gullet I swear by God,
If I ever find love, I'll feed it to the dogs.
Sick to me gullet, I swear by Christ,
I'd rather be shot than fall in love twice.

I had a wife, be sure, I adored.
Gave her all my love but she still wanted more.
Come one night there was poison in me glass;
I was coughing up blood; she was counting up me cash.

I love the ladies, I love 'em like the plague.
Every single one's a loaded powder keg.
With every little kiss, their fuse it burns
And when it comes to killin', they all take turns.

Author's Note

If it's criticism yer lookin' to post, keep it to yerself. I got no time fer yer amature suggestions. If it's praise, on the other hand, by all means, go right ahead.

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[Daethli]

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