December 31st, 2009

cass groovy

APED: "resolutions"

Earth's gone round the sun one more time already.
Lord, I barely got through this past year with my skin.
It makes a man feel kinda old, and unsteady.
So I'll change for you, Lord, 'cause the old ways wore thin.

Won't take things that's serious for things to take lightly,
won't do no new sins -- at least, none of 'em twice.
No more drinking or smoking, less the ol' boys invite me,
so as to decline it just wouldn't be nice.

Won't steal no more stuff, unless I can't afford it,
won't chase after women, if they run off too fast.
Won't lust for money, but to spend it and hoard it,
won't shoot no man, 'less I pure hate his ass.

Won't take no drugs but the ones that I'm offered,
won't beat up bums for their last swig of beer --
won't rob men of more than they got in their coffers -- know, all that stuff I said this time last year.