I write in my memo, a song or a story.
I write in my memo, a letter of glory.
I praise what you do or what ever you've done.
It wasn't your fault, but you're why it begun.
You stand by your title,
You preach and you shun.
I write in my memo, of all you have done.
I write in my memo so someday you'll know.
Just what I was thinking, the day I go.
But my phone kind of crashed,
My lifeline to last.
"My gosh, I just noticed how I rhyme last and crash? I'm not even American, but too hell with that."
So memos are for losers,
Cause you simply lost that.
You didn't care or you just didn't try.
Now you'll never know, why I say goodbye.
(November 30, 2017)
