Alias |
by Tracy Mckever |
My face turns pale As I'm waiting to exhale My body's become frail I've been ROAD-DEAD by the RAIL Been in jail without the bail Ate bread that was stale Worked as a FEE-MALE Been up for sale Had knots that read like Braille... If you feel me let me hear you YALE Walked long and lonely trails Had no fairies for my tales Let the darkness unveil I speak nothing but truth...so all HAIL |