INTO MY HEART YOU HAVE SNUCK

Don't worry about making a
buck
The things on which your mind is
stuck
With the bastards have no
truck
All of that is such a
yuck.

They just make your life go
suck
They mire you into the
muck
They totally mess with your
luck
And make you eat a hockey
puck.

All of that you can
chuck
Worldly affairs you can
shuck
Into my heart you have
snuck
Now between my sheets you
tuck.
© 2002 by Michael J. Farrand