Author: Sapdog
As I stood on the picket line
A woman spoke to me
Saying 'I was not always the woman
The woman you now see'
Yes once I had a happy life
Yes once my life was fine
Until I made that fateful choice
And crossed the picket line
Six pickets standing in a row
They really made me cross
But those pickets soon became
My private albatross
My former comrades ignore me now
It is an awful fate
And every place that I do walk
Their eyes are full of hate
Their eyes are full of hate you see
This is my private hell
And everybody that I meet
My tale I have to tell
And I would do it differently
If I could relive my time
So one thing I would really advise
Don’t cross the picket line
Sapdog