Black Crow

As I gaze into the black crow's eyes
I think back to where all my life lies
The black crow maybe sinful but I know it is smart
It knows what to do, it knows its part
But look at me I am nothing more
Nothing but flesh and blood galore
If I only knew my purpose in life
Was to make a man my wife
It may seem strange that I don't want girls
But sometimes it seems they only want pearls
Nothing is satisfying for them to have
Not even bathing in a gold tarnished bath
Because boys are much better anyway
I'd always take one over, anywhere, anyday
So you see that the black crow taught me well
He brought my life, he took away hell
Now that I know that all I need is love
From ever now on I'll rely on above

And now that I know
I'll lose all my woe
Thanks to the black crow

This poem is copyright 2002 Mouser, to whom comments may be sent.