his train of thought derailed
in the foggy mists of time
back when all was clear
a man did what a man had to do
but what is he supposed to do
if he is the only one
playing by some forgotten rules
work was an effort well done
the sweat of the brow
not judged by the angle
one held the shovel
music was lyrical and sweet
love songs soft
no hoe/bitch violence
with the man in pants
ready to fall down
he walks the streets hunting
for that golden rule book
of fairy tales he read
once upon a time
(c) 2007 Sandy Vrooman
Monday, May 14, 2007
Street songs 17
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