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Unconquerable King John

a fire breaks out in his pants whenever she walks into the room but she just laughs at how quaint he is she has eyes only for the old man at the end of the bar his beat era leather socks are just up her alley his pocket protector lifestyle is just the thing for her wedding plans she could always see herself with his type of narrow shoe smart fella he leaves her and her lover at the dark bar and wanders the lobster cages looking to trap the feelings that made him feel like unconquerable king john with his magna carta series pen but this night is too full of babe sweet and her pocket protector cowboy so he goes home to lay on his bed on imaginary nails and suffer all the trials that good men should wants to be worthy for the pay off wants to be in line for the pearly gates babe sweet and her man live up the coast now they own a bed an breakfast catering to the insane who write great novels on the walls in crayon and spend their nights hanging out on the roof singing ballads to babe sweet and her cowboy who lasso's the moon its a wonderful life plays on the tv every night year round cause thats the dream they are sellin that if you work hard someday itll pay off jerry garcia's picture hangs in the lobby he looks out at the changed world with the shocked expression of how did all these people miss the point as the just go on beating eachother up and crashing the gates he is in the back room of babe sweets place hiding from all the gretchens and trying to redraw the lines of reality we all got lost out there gotta reinvent yourself before the gretchens and the hangers on tear it all down gotta bend the road before it bends you just like unconquerable king john

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