Which way am I going
In the where or why
will I shake your hand
Or spit in your eye
M. S. Morrison
Which way am I going
In the where or why
will I shake your hand
Or spit in your eye
M. S. Morrison
She was buying a stairway to heaven
With a face that he kept in a jar by the door
A million ravens were flying
Saying never never never more…
M.S. Morrison
I dedicate this poem to Mr and Mrs Obama…