Something I wrote in 2018...
PURPLE HAZE
He beats and bangs her drums until she comes
And flaps his wings and flies around the room
His winkle-pickers tapping to the tune
He introduces her to rock 'n' roll
He strips and bares his soul and starts to sing
Some people do seem to have such strange ways
When she begins to weep his guitar plays
Some people say this world is just a maze
He tells her that there's nothing much to do
And we're all living in a purple haze
Friday like any other Friday but
It's Friday the thirteenth and that means that
Strange things happen even stranger things are
Forecast ask Hitchcock and Castro et al
Don't listen to the things that people say
And all the Different Ones born on that day
He beats and bangs her drums until she comes
Backflips and flaps his wings and flies away
130418
No comments:
Post a Comment