Hi,

I work every day - my job it is tough
I'm earning my pay - but it's never enough
When money is tight - I just wander through town
But the telly last night - said you just need to drown

My life I'll insure - to take care of my wife
Then I'll be worth more - presumed dead than alive
Yet to show that I'm gone - now, what can I do?
The news says it's done - with an empty canoe.

But, when I'm in my grave - who will be my host?
Yes, who is so brave - that they'll harbour a ghost?
In the paper I read (and it's easy to learn)
That when I am dead - to my widow I'll turn

Still you can't spend your wealth - keeping close to the ground
So we'll drink to my health - and we'll travel around
Then I'll no longer heed - what the media said
My photo's don't need - to be on Internet!


Bye,
                               Mysha (Peter Hans van den Muijzenberg)