by Grapefruit » Wed Jun 24, 2015 11:29 pm
in a quiet corner of the inn a bedraggled man lies slumped on a table muttering to himself, a half spilt tankard of juice near one hand, a bag of gold in the other. Every now and then the muttering stops, and the other customers eye his bag of gold greedily.
" he must be dead by now " they whisper " the gold is ours for the taking"
I don't know, it seems to me if they ain't got you one way they got you another,
So what's the answer? that's what I keep asking myself, what's it all about?
Know what l mean?