gap analysis of the states we couldn’t name
the whole thing changed
nothing was the same
what you can sell doesn’t amount to much
there was a young hope knew how to cope but
no photos left dope smoked
nothing to put together the puzzle didn’t make anything
at least that’s the way he wrote
what lingered was facts
and certainly not truth
that was when i began to forget
the woman in chiffon
the perfume she had on
and on and on
was it real man? was it me?
was there really any trouble with jackson lee?