Warp Drive
An illicit miss and long haired Chris;
Stood at a gate;
Where love couldn’t wait;
Watching J. J. Brown as he hung around
While Linda sang with;
Bravado;
To a tall
Desperado;
They later all got down.
The building mange; caused downtown change;
So there in a lot;
They served a soup that was hot;
But when the man pulled through;
Things got
Grim;
Because they brought with;
Them;
A warrant just for you.
I’ve seen that face; where is this place;
Is there something we missed?
Is this boat now in lisp?
And we’re lost but not yet found?
And I don’t want to;
Follow;
Because that’s not my
Motto
And who knows where this is bound.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2010
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