The Seattle Star

You come creepin’, actin’ like a friend. But I’ve been warned, your deceit knows no end…It upset me to learn you act this way. Poor thing, it must be hard to be yourself each day.

I laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home. I searched for Sunday Comics for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills. I must have died alone a long, long time ago.

He’s the man with a plan, got a counterfeit dollar in his hand! He’s Misstra Know-It-All! Take my word, please beware of a man that just don’t give a care! He’s Misstra Know-It-All!