The Progressive Poetry Thread!

<span>He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name</span><br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame

He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name<br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame<br>but the only thing he's remembered for was his hot wife Lorraine

<span>He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name</span>

<span>He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name</span><br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame

He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name<br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame<br>but the only thing he's remembered for was his hot wife Lorraine<br>who still holds the all-time record for the amount of her Playboy images stained

<span>I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield</span>

I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield

I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield<br>Life goes on, you must not yield.<br><br><br>maribell

He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name<br>the world he often traveled, in search of his ultimate fame<br>but the only thing he's remembered for was his hot wife Lorraine

I close my eyes, I go far away, away from this battlefield<br>the wounds and scars left on my heart I could never shield<br>Life goes on, you must not yield.<br>yet months turn to years and the wounds haven't healed.