Never Admit Mistakes
“We should never
Never ever
Admit mistakes”
My friend Giorgio
A Sicilian mule preaches
Born in that little village
Surrounded by vineyards
That's where
Exactly where
His kind father
A gentle mule received
Dozens and dozens
Mean lashes
Ripping skin some blood
All upon
Confession in confidence
Behind thick walls
“ Yes I did kick this short ape
Masquerading doctor
Squeezing my colonies”
Papa Georgio had barked
Cried and begged for mercy
The ape went on till….
Rumors of a bloodied vet
Pancaked and down
Engulfing entire village
Rising anger
Waving whips and the wisdom
“Never admit wrongdoing”
Were born and inherited by
My friend George
Now a preacher
In that village
Not far from Washington
And that's why
We would never admit
JFK's death was an inside job
And that's why
We would never admit
JFK's death was an inside job
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