Bye, bye, oh my, to freaks like fry <br />I may be gone tomorrow, <br />I hear the great communal sigh <br />which signifies such sorrow, <br />but I don't like <br />those filthy swine <br />who snort around the streets <br />I will retreat, drink good red wine <br />sleep in on silken sheets <br />who needs the shit that Berrie poops <br />or that of Bobschen Bligh <br />they may succumb in their own soups <br />but I do say Good-Bye.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bye-bye-to-american-pie/
