Life Is Like A Wheelchair

Maybe you don’t understand

Just how crippled you are…

When you wish upon that star…

Sure, the star takes you away but

Not too far. Not today.

But… a little glass of whiskey.

Couple cold beers.

Whisk away all dreadful fears.

Tomorrow blames your low set bar

And whispers hey, what about your star?

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