SEULEMENT PASSANT à TRAVERS

And now, the end is near....And so I face the final curtain...You c**t,... i´m not a pikey....I´ll state my case, of which i´m certain...I´ve lived a life that´s full... through each and every highway... And yet,... much more than this...I did it my way....Regrets, i´ve had a few...But then again, too few to mention ....I did, what I have to do ..I saw it through with no devotion... i slammed into a cararvan ...be careful along the highway....And more, much more than this...I did it my way....There were times, i´m sure you knew... When there was fuck fuck fuckin' else to do...But through it all, when there was doubt...I shot it up.... or kicked it out....I faced the wall and i stood tall ish..... And did it my way......I've laughed or better sneered....I´ve had my fill, ...my share of blogging.......And now, the tears subside.....I find it all so amusing......To think, ..I killed a rat....And may I say, not in a gypsy way....And now no, not me....I did it my way.....For what is a gypsy, what has she got...When she wears rags... and she cannot ...Say the things she truly feels ...But only the words, of one who kneels....The record shows,.... i´ve took my blows.....And did it my way!.......ala mr vicious...and small contribution from gypsy...