by petethelibertine
@ 2008-04-05 - 23:36:19
Billy baby, such a flirt,
Swings and swaggers and pouts and winks,
The girls fall, treated like dirt,
He gets places, forming the links.
Billy Bilo, lies on the floor,
All skagged out, little remains,
Skin and bone and nothing more,
Life’s lesson, full with his pains.
Bilo, my lad, you look a state,
Your hands dirty, pale as a ghost,
Your foolish choice is your damned fate,
You are the man I pity most.
He writes and sings his life away,
Billy Bilo caught in a haze,
Cross his path and you will pay,
His life so complex, a maze.
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