Contributor: H.L. Dowless

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I don’t know the reason,
I simply can’t tell why,
I’ll love you like I do ‘til
the day that I die.

I’m gonna spin it,
like a wheel,
where it stops I guess,
will be my deal.

You always go out,
to hit the town,
nobody knows when the party will stop,
but when it does, everything is already shut down.

You’re seldom sober,
you stagger round,
you only try to get up when you’re
plastered on the ground.

You’re headed for disaster honey,
you’re going down,
it will no longer be funny
when nobody is around.

I got you out of jail last night,
they had you locked down,
that place was filled with rage and fright,
the psycho beside you was dressed like a clown.

I don’t know where you’re headed honey,
but I’m going to hit it big,
affiliate marketing is getting me there,
money is coming in from everywhere.

You’re a loser baby,
and so is that man you’re running with,
everybody is saying that you’re a shady lady,
you’re as fickle as the sands that drift.

Well I don’t need you any more,
you’ll ne’er change,
this world has so much more in store,
so I am catching the next plane.


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H.L. Dowless is an international ESL instructor. He has been an author for over thirty years. His latest publications were with the traiditional publishing company, Algora Publishing, and the online and print magazines; Leaves Of Ink, Short Story Lovers, The Fear Of Monkeys, and Frontier Tales.