High Or Low Away We Go!

No matter what there is always a high and low to just about everything at ones hut. Could be this could be that, either way it will come to your mat.



Yipeee!A million copies were sold by thee.That is oh so great.Nothing could be a better fate.
Whoops, nuts at your door.Now you have to write more.It has to be another hit,Or away the same nuts will spit.
One hit wonder.Takes away your thunder.Boo to you.Is all you get at your zoo.
But hey, still have a million bucks or so.So they can go suck their toe.Or you could have another hit,And be the new it.
Now you have to travel to and fro.So much fun at your show.Damn, have to do it again,Half the year away from your den.
Always on the road.No longer in writing mode.The price of fame,And playing the autograph game.
Now you are so great,Along comes the hate.One simple word,And all call you a turd.
Have to watch everything you say,Or for it you could pay.And pay and pay and pay,Each and every day.
Build up people like,But they love when you take a hike,Bashing away,All through the day.
So take your million bucks,Go feed some ducks,Screw the rest at your zoo,Just give them a whoopdi friggin doo.
Sold only one or two at your zoo? Well at least none of the above crap comes due. That is a good thing at your sea. Still, I'd rather have the money. Then I'd just run and rhyme away under our sun. Now I will go eat some bass with my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.