Untitled ("So what else do do I go tracking the")
By Jack Joseph Smith
So what else do do I go tracking the
kids
I'm on the bluff and there they are
reflecting on the river, more or a
creek actually, and when I saw what
are you guys doing, they say trying
to find two in everything, I have
smoked a pipe, really have, but I
say, try that one
You say my joy is in death I hear
you on the T.V.
You think the Presedent of the
United States and the boss of
the local saw mill look any
different, move any different
It's a horror they are the same