Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Where was that guy with the hook
when I needed to be yanked off the stage
where was that fairy godmother of mine
when I lit that match to see the truth

in that dynamite factory, boom shocka-locka, boom
oh I don't know, maybe she was there all along
and that's why I'm writing this little poem here,
maybe she's like, real smart

maybe she knew that smearing my nose
in a nice variety of rank shit would make me
a pillar of society, that I might be able to
acquire an eternal bulletproof patchouli aroma,

maybe she knew
that I could come away with a valentine's heart
encased in that new biodegradable kevlar
just perfected for foolish lovers like myself,

or maybe she was just a sexy trump card
that liked to throw herself down on my kitchen table,
take my pot, leave me broke, all with the best
of intentions of course, because like I said,

maybe she's like, real smart.

loved it-

seriously wish i'd written it- i'm going to book mark it.


awesome saw- some of the best stuff i've ever read from you- feels really ispired but well composed you know- spewed but articulate. if that makes anysence- from the heart but not dribble

yeah it was really good.

Maybe she hadda be...in order to get eye level with your smarts.
Which absolutely shine here.
Another stellar read.
Bravo squared!

H

Maybe she thinks she is.

Wow, thanks for this one, saw.
Nothin' like a good poetic ass-kickin' once in a while..

K&D, hester, Nazz...I appreciate your observations....I always find it helpful to hear what others are thinking......peace !

I laughed my ass off. Now I can't find it. Well, here I am, assless in upstate Yew Nork. Righteous.

thanx mingo, glad it struck the right chord.....

aah, the balance of it all & the humor...that's life for ya. i'm beginning to get a taste of that myself. because we can be so very blind at times.

great stuff, saw

thank you, Smile, balance is essential !