Nov 20, 2003 21:54
Life it seems, will fade away
Albany ain't too far away
Wings and beer will calm me down
Andy's presence won't let me frown
I ain't lost the will to live
I have always loved to give
There is so much more for me
Need more dough to set me free
Things aren't what they used to be
I want pizza with anchovies
But Michael Jackson best keep away
His music's groovy, but he's too gay
Emptiness is filling me
This lack of wings sure is killing me
This poem won't kill the hunger in me
Need Across the Street Pub to set me free
No one but me can save myself
30 wings and I'm wide as a shelf
Chomp on some spuds
Down a couple of Buds
I can handle them by myself