Thứ Năm, 22 tháng 8, 2013

Not Sending You A Postcard - (short poem)

Many minutes and miles later
A bell went off and I was saved
But he was no Slater.
More like an alligator
M.I.A.
C.I.A.
Watching my every move,
Devolved from potential muse
To just a dude
With duct tape shoes
And to a large extent,
Predominantly rude.
Concurrently his obstinacy
Has not a clue.
Could call you Stacey Dash
Since he’s so brash on ass
Having never cracked a Jane Austen…
Baby, it’s time to move to Houston. 
Imma goin’ to cruise the multiverse with Jean-Luc Picard
And don’t you expect a postcard
While I’m off collecting stars.  



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