Who Knows How Much You’ll Lose Poem by Edwin Tanguma

Who Knows How Much You’ll Lose



My Father is good
My Father is great
I’ll love him forever
I guess that’s my fate

When it comes to silver
When it comes to gold
And when it comes to platinum
That stuff is old

If ya’ll think
I’ll run to those sites
Ya’ll can go out
And fly ya’lls kites

And when it comes to diamonds
I’ll not hold my breath
I’d rather go to Mexico
And do lots of Meth

So keep spending cash
Looking for these vain things
Just like the switcheroo
With my wife’s wedding ring

Maybe one day
I’ll have her a new one made
Quite possibly of silver
And a nice nephrite jade

So keep looking for my babies
Where ever you choose
And keep on spending
Who knows how much you’ll lose

4/18/2014

Friday, April 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silly
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