Do I look like a Hag?
Why did you leave me with bag?
Did I start to look like a hag?
Or were the contents way too heavy to hold?
To ask for your help on my part sure was bold
You wanted to help, you wanted to carry
Me to the railroad or otherwise bury
My limbs then were bound
The ropes you had wound
And then gagged my mouth to keep quiet
But all I could do was to riot
It seemed such a dirty ‘ol scheme
To leave me with ragged ‘ol jeans
Such a cheap trick that it was
In fact I am writing because
You once were a man to admire
Not now since you tossed me in fire
The one thing I hardly can stand
Is the way you could not lend a hand
And pretended you were in my favor
But just as I am, you’re way too much labor
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