Cray Arcade
Bouncing off of the walls,
Blind,
Unwinding,
Dimes and nickels,
In a pickle,
The Reaper's Sycle...
Fickle but NOT sick as of yet,
Prick,
Just a bit,
Fizzy fizz,
Whizzing tricked,
Gipped NOT,
Grateful a lot,
NOT a robot..
I sought this,
Somehow,
I will still bow,
As of now,
As a cow,
Rowdy hound,
Another town,
I might drown,
Just at the sound,
Of how I know I am,
But am NOT a clown,
Crazy, hazy days,
Lost but found,
On solid ground,
Look at what I have to sow,
Maybe it will grow,
No one knows,
God does,
I up.
Still a Thunder Duck,
That is like it was when I took off my trucks,
Hopefully, there will still be some thrills,
Possibly good luck,
If NOT it would me being a deeming stuck,
-up,
In the gutter,
D.I.D, Stutter?
Or was that the other me...
There is no one.
I believe things come in threes,
On my knees,
If you please,
I will cease any decrees,
To say cheese one more time,
Hopefully more,
What is in store is NOT up to me,
I will say she...
Might still believe in me,
Geez,
The Bees knees are NOT what I got,
It is the lot of the hot propped galoshes,
That can wade through this storm,
Born and born again,
I will still be your friend...
No one would depend,
In the end,
But on me?
Yeah, let us see,
I can do better,
Every day and forever,
No ties hopefully have been severed,
If they have,
I know an architect,
Somehow, we MUST erect a bridge,
Let me move a fridge or two,
I will share what is in line with you,
I am with a new crew,
Do what you do...
Dude...
It takes two,
Tango,
Salsa,
Mango Creme Brulé...
What do you say?
Babe?
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