An Old Saying

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By Gaurav Parab

Honesty is the best policy wise men said

Did they know my girl or really cared?

Spent some time with a beautiful stranger

Told my love like an honest ranger

Didn’t know my girl could shoot so well

Ran slow when she screamed run like hell

Shot right there in the back of my knee

A limp for being honest and free.

Alone in the wild and starving to death,

The lord was kind and a wild bird he giveth

I held on to the bird, when the need was to push.

A bird in hand is better than two in the bush,

A bird meant another night to stay alive

Did not know I would be stuck there for five.

I spent the nights hungry and wishing.

That of wise words I had not been so accepting

Probably the fifth or sixth day

Reached the side of the old highway

A little black car standing by itself

Heard God helps those who help themselves.

Broke one window and then broke all four

As I entered, knew I had been here before.

Wasn’t this the car where I met that pretty treat?

Looked back and saw her body in the back seat

A shotgun I knew was lying by her side,

My girl had reached her before she could hide.

I head the sheriff’s car come around the bend

Hands behind your back and don’t defend.

He looked at her and looked at my face.

Finally a good old open and shut case

Do you have anything to say asked the judge,

I said I bear no one no grudge.

But those wise men and what they say,

They are the ones who should be put away.

There is only one time they have not got it wrong

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

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