Took
Mister
G.
A
Long
While
To
See
No
Angel
Was
Coming,
Strumming
A
Lute,
To
Set
Him
Free,
And
To
Boot,
His
Lofty
Schemes
Would
Never
Bear
Fruit.
No
Fortune
Would
Fall
Into
His
Kick
To
Allow
Him
To
Pick
His
Way
Through
A
Thicket
Of
Doubt
He
Could
Do
Nothing
About,
So
Mister
G.
Took
The
Easy
Way
Out.
Dumped
His
Work
In
The
Trash
And
Made
A
Mad
Dash
To
Escape
His
Fate,
Ran
Into
The
Gate
And
Fell
On
His
Ass.
The
Lesson
Here
Is
Decidedly
Clear.
You
Have
To
Know
Which
Way
To
Go,
But
Mister
G.
Will
Never
Know.