by Francine DuBois
oh yeah, like everywhere.
and i hear, that in some offices,
not mine, i tell you, but somewhere,
they're placing on bets on them too.
yeah, like the dentist's receptionist
who's got ten bucks that bob hope
dies next year. in june. on her birthday.
and this guy i know swears on the bible,
(well, he substituted the anarchist's cookbook,
but for him, it's the holy book) that george w.
will die in a fiery plane crash by january.
oh sure, somebody's dying, but unless
Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version -- Inspiration
these people have money on it,
they could care less.
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