We've generally hated
pop music forever
but would you
as soon recoil
from a hit poem
even as you wrote it
The ends are mawkish
the middle's a bit soft
but gloriously loved
like a national anthem
how long did I avoid it
and how does the song go
God, the eighth day
we never went to sleep
the bird attacks the window
a little something you won't forget
something something sexy flower
it'll come to me in a minute
the middle's a bit soft
but gloriously loved
like a national anthem
how long did I avoid it
and how does the song go
God, the eighth day
we never went to sleep
the bird attacks the window
a little something you won't forget
something something sexy flower
it'll come to me in a minute
Amen to that!
ReplyDeleteand if the Red King dozes off we all go out like a candle
ReplyDeleteback through
Deletethe looking-glass
we all wake up