Even Al Capone thought of himself as a public servant…
Dead Men and Their Tales by Michael Doyle It is strange so it seems Clinging to faraway dreams Thoughts stuffed inside my head Dedicated to a father long since dead But, here I am still wanting him proud To hear his praises that were never allowed Despite all the legends and the story There was never enough to bring him glory At the end, all pirates swing in the noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose That at the end, all pirates swing in the noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose I had hoped to get wiser with passing age Reading every book and listening to every sage But, here I am still chomping at mystery Repeating myself and circling my own history Endlessly looped inside my meditation Darkened by a soul's frightened contemplation All the things that I might have been Had I not followed my pleasures in sin At the end, all pirates swing in the noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose That at the end, all pirates swing in the noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose Staring out from my harkened bits of shadow I have to admire my self imposed gallows It seems perhaps the end draws ever near And, if so, I will gladly meet it with cheer This is my lot cast and drawn into path I mutter as I calculate silently doing math Oh my father, dear, it appears you are right And I will tell you myself long before night At the end, all pirates swing in the noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose That at the end, all pirates swing in a noose Whisper the rumors from lips that are loose (c) March 4, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 