True Love?

It never was a big deal.

So you need to be great do you?

As if I felt it

Coming through an ice storm

Strange lips try to speak

Address to a class of 17

The grammar has no issues

But the bar maid does!

Smoke fell from the tubes

Green into a sifting checker board

They had their luck

Times to eat and suck

She with her eyes

Always there to spy

Till the mirrors

Ran into the swamp!

With not a shred of stupidity

 

The band plays itself of a hill

 

Cats gather around as if entertained

 

With a spark

 

Suddenly there is was

 

The lava genie

 

He could do anything

 

If only he had a person

 

To play games with!

 



Principles and Morals...not reckless greed.