Is not as bad as pining.
When a princess decided to love a pauper,
No one could stop her.
When Susie's mother & unknown father decided to play,
Little Susie Light was the one to pay.
Susie Light was born a royal bastard,
Meaning no more than dried-up plaster.
To Susie Light, Dying
Is not as bad as lying.
You see, her life was not at all fair,
Of all the things she wished to say & do, she did not dare.
For to speak ended up with bruises,
And telling curious neighbors too many ruses.
To Susie Light, Dying
Is not as bad as longing or sighing.
She'd rather die than constantly befall the fist
Of her step-father who is always pissed.
He smells of beer and has a paunch,
And acts like such a raunch.
With filthy hands,
That don't deserve to touch these precious lands.
To Susie Light, Dying
Is not as bad as living and hopelessly trying.
Barbie Marsh