I don't

    Don't know;

      Just how drunk I'll be,

      When I write of me,

      What you should read.

    Don't know;

      What you'll think of me,

      If you believe,

      Half what you'll see.

    Don't know;

      What I would have thought,

      If you had paid,

      For what I bought.

    Don't know;

      What I would have done,

        If he had beat me,

        To my gun.

    Don't know;

        Where I would have gone,

        If I could have cut and run.

         

      BUT.....

        I don't have to think of that,

        'Cause I know 'Zactly,

        Where he's at.

        Over under yonder tree,

        I know he'll never bother me.

      He can't come back,

        From those six feet....



      All evidence lost,

        At minimal cost.

     

        To my......

        Morality.

        Humanity.

        Life.

          My calamity.