The Whistle was loud and clear


Every road leads to somewhere 
Some place a destination hides
Twisted or straight who cares
Take a walk on the wild side 

I spied a stranger on the street 
I tried hard not to smile 
Hid a whiskey bottle trying to be discreet
But he stumbled all awhile 

Mumbling insanities we dread
You see even drunks can read 
Truth gets you nowhere he said 
But lies attract a new kind of breed 

The whistle was loud and clear 
Grab the bull by it’s horn
Just profess it wasn’t a steer
Just a made up magical unicorn



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