Calamity John

With and an old man’s eyes and a young man’s wink

Calamity John sat down to drink

His fingers stained with nicotine

While he talked about what might of been

And a look of misadventure never found.

He’d travelled the world from an old arm chair

With a remote control as he sat there

Making plans he’d later piss against the wall

And now and then...

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