It's Like Poetry

Was listening to this Logan Whitehurst song last night... it still makes me chuckle...

See him running from the porch,
Like some kind of human torch,
Orange tendrils everywhere,
Acrid stench of burning hair,
Flailing like a drowning bird,
In the dirt he scrawls this word,
O,
H,
M,
Y,
G,
O,
D,
I,
M,
O,
N,
F,
I,
R,
E .
Burning bright from head to shoe,
Stopping, dropping, rolling too,

Local news is on the scene,
See the writing on the screen,
O,
H,
M,
Y,
G,
O,
D,
I,
M,
O,
N,
F,
I,
R,
E,
S,
O,
M,
E,
B,
O,
D,
Y,
P,
U,
T,
M,
E,
O,
U,
T,
F,
O,
R,
C,
R,
Y,
I,
N,
G,
O,
U,
T,
L,
O,
U,
D
I can hear the neighbors say,
"Never liked him anyway"
As I watch on my t.v.
They sweep away his dusty plea
O,
H,
M,
Y,
G,
O,
D,
I,
M,
O,
N,
F,
I,
R,
E.

Love, Hugs and Kisses
ANt

Lyrics by Logan Whitehurst