Name' sake

I walked a crooked mile

Leaning on my crooked stick

I forced a crooked smile

And thought about my crooked dick.

We're only here for awhile, 

Kinda makes ya sick 

Lovers come and go,

Habits you couldnt kick. 

Rain makes mud,

But sun dries the slick,

Time ticks away

And gives us . . . 

oooh squirrel . . ..