The Light Is Blue
turn around
the light is blue
the world is spinning
my wooden chair gives way
turn around
the light is blue
the devil is grinning
my wooden chair cushion is being gnawed on by the acid demons
turn around
the light is blue
frigid evil is winning
my old wooden guitar is now sawdust dinner for heartless termites
turn around
the light is blue
all and everybody is sinning
the pick used to strum my old wooden guitar is now looking for locks
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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