The Wall
The Wall
No Future is the worst and so,
I’ll dream of places I will go,
Fantasies are for such as I,
Facing the wall, the wall.
Tomorrow I’ll drive to California,
Oh, the flivver’s old but full of gas,
What’s stopping you? You say.
The wall, that blooming wall wall.
I will fly over the Himalayas,
And think of Tyrone Power,
The peeking little snow flowers,
Oh, but yes, there’s that d---- wall, the wall.
Filled with the wanderlust,
Gotta get outa town or bust,
No one will have to know, but then
There’s the wall, the wall.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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