So I was sitting around the house one day, not really doing much, maybe mowing the yard -- no, I was just sitting around when all of a sudden, out of the blue, I thought, "My friends are crusty."
I have no idea where the thought came from, but I wrote it down because I just KNEW I could turn it into something useless one day.
And here it is:
My Friends Are Crusty
By Tracy Farr
My friends are crusty, hardheaded and proud,
They wear leather jackets and ride really loud
Motorcycles, but sometimes they thumb for a ride.
My friends, they take it in stride.
My friends wear moustaches, beards and goatees,
They have more tattoos than you ever could see
But you won’t, ‘cause they share them with only their crew.
My friends, they know what to do.
My friends don’t care if you like them or not.
They do what they want and they don’t give a snot
What you think, so it’s best if you don’t criticize.
My friends could lick out your eyes.
So if you want my friends to be your friends, too,
You should be respectful, kind hearted and then you
Could pay for the kibble, next time we’re in town.
That’s what keeps my friends around.
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