New Life In Old Mexico
I heard they were coming for me one day
so I made my getaway.
Made a good run even though it was slow
and now I'm in old Mexico
So I sit on the beach every day
seems I'm drinking my life away
I look at the women as they pass by
I found the place where I want to die
I drink all day and I smoke all night
never gotta worry 'bout those red and blue lights
No one one's gonna ask for my I.D.
'cause I live in a land that is truly free.
now I've been here for a year or more
wish I would have known about this place before
I made the right decision when I decided to go
And start a new life in old Mexico
------- Author's Notes -------
True story. Been awhile since I posted, a few years actually. Well now you know why.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|vinnyc (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, June 16 2007, 05:26 pm|
I know some one who is doing the same thing right now. Is that you BOB?
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