My name is Roger Pratz, I was born in Paris France to English parents. I lived there for only a short time until I moved to the U.S. I then moved to Afganistan where I studied journalism " the real way" . I dropped out of school after my father died, and used my inheritance to try and pursue a music career. After nearly a decade of terrible music experiences that culminated in getting egged in Amsterdam, I decided to hang up the guitar. I now live a humble life of destitution in Rock Springs Wyoming.
The world's at my door
In paper-bag scrubs
Re-wiring my doorbell
To summon baseball crickets
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Truth hurts
Like baby seals
In a buttered frying pan
Banjo land mines
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A spoonfull of gasoline
Is what gets me out
Of my meat maggot bed
All the time I
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