Just Dust
The love is the same
Like a classic car in a museum
It still exists as it was
Caught in time
The same as me
And my love for you
Am I that museum car
What will become of me
I met one after you
She distracted me
Then flew away
It goes back to you
My feelings the same
I write about it all
The only way to cope
Now you don’t want me
But we are friends
I talk to a new one
She will think me mad
Doing what I did and do
In a century I am dust…
Heat Index
It's soooo warm here in the office
Like an oven but it's a tropical country
You chose to live here palm trees and beaches
Sexy gals mountains sweet wine and pork
It's ok tho could be better!
How about some snow and ice?
Only on Mt Pulag three klicks up
We sweat like fishes in water
Where’s Iceland when I want it?
One Way
My ex-friend now lives on the Moon
She flew there by Concorde
On a one way trip to avoid me
All I said was her feet smell
Go and do something about it
I don’t want a friend with bad feet
What happened to your hygiene?
There is a place for people like you
Away on the Moon at your own colony
This is fine for you’re far from me
My friend with the stinking feet
Send me a postcard where you’re at
Sprinkle moon dust on your feet
Maybe then they won’t smell!
Letters Love
A friend of 17 years
Now gone for good
No second chances
She made her choice
I don’t want to talk
Ok have it your way
He will give you that
Forever and a day
Move along now
Nothing happening here
All because of his writing
On his little friend
Who also won’t talk
Did both eat a silence pill?
Once they were Marines
Based on the Moon
Now all are cowards…
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