Marley's Ghost
11-02-2007, 03:33 PM
The Boy Who Spoke To Fred
Marley's Ghost (c) 2007
I woke up last night,wearing a frown
I don't know why I was sad,there was no one around
As I pondered my plight with this feeling of dread
A thought came like a flash, "I must speak to Fred"
You see Fred is my buddy though no one can see him
And he always shows up when i'm feeling grim
He makes me do things that make me uneasy
When I speak to Fred he makes me all queasy
But he's my friend just the same, a friend like no other
He helped bury my father along with my brother
They wouldn't talk to me,weren't there when I needed
But Fred was there to speak when I pleaded
He spoke of things that I would never utter
To family or friends they would make my heart flutter
And he brought some toys that I cherish for life
Some razors and a hatchet and a big bowie knife
The knife is my favorite, fits in the palm of my hand
Or concealed in its sheath until it fits my plan
And out in a second, it shimmers in the light
Until the blood starts to flow then I hide it from sight
I look at my wife lying beside me on the bed
She would not approve of the talk I just had with Fred
The knife is not handy so the hatchet will do
Down upon her head turning the pillow to stew
So i'm alone once again, nothing that I can't handle
Dim the lights,pour some wine,some lite music and a candle
As I wind down from the day and I head off to bed
I get down on my knees for a little talk with Fred
Marley's Ghost (c) 2007
I woke up last night,wearing a frown
I don't know why I was sad,there was no one around
As I pondered my plight with this feeling of dread
A thought came like a flash, "I must speak to Fred"
You see Fred is my buddy though no one can see him
And he always shows up when i'm feeling grim
He makes me do things that make me uneasy
When I speak to Fred he makes me all queasy
But he's my friend just the same, a friend like no other
He helped bury my father along with my brother
They wouldn't talk to me,weren't there when I needed
But Fred was there to speak when I pleaded
He spoke of things that I would never utter
To family or friends they would make my heart flutter
And he brought some toys that I cherish for life
Some razors and a hatchet and a big bowie knife
The knife is my favorite, fits in the palm of my hand
Or concealed in its sheath until it fits my plan
And out in a second, it shimmers in the light
Until the blood starts to flow then I hide it from sight
I look at my wife lying beside me on the bed
She would not approve of the talk I just had with Fred
The knife is not handy so the hatchet will do
Down upon her head turning the pillow to stew
So i'm alone once again, nothing that I can't handle
Dim the lights,pour some wine,some lite music and a candle
As I wind down from the day and I head off to bed
I get down on my knees for a little talk with Fred