The seaburg 1984
The many quarters dropped
in the jukebox as you ran
in and out answering calls
demanding pushing cursing
out staff as I sat there pink
dress ain’t no body by Chaka
Khan if this world was mine
by Cheryl Lynn I still want my
refund wasting so many
quarters how dare you
the record spins then skips
it’s gonna take a miracle to
make me love someone new
who are you such and empty
bastard catering to empty
pockets mafia Frank put a
quarter in the jukebox ain’t
nobody you know this an yet
you bring important people to
play our song why what’s
the matter with you tell
your people I won’t be
controlled unless there is
smudge proof writing silk
sheets creating masterpieces
of new lyrics even then watch
yourself mister crescendo refrain
sing what’s love got to do with
it unexpressed unamused by
corruption besides you hear that
up tempo my favorite is still playing
Mafia madness Novel
Copyright © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2024
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