i want a girl that plays the violin, man.
oh, so well, won’t you know?
she drives the crowd absolutely mad
but she’s only playing for me, won’t you know?
the kind that cooks for our loved ones
a hearty meal made from one animal’s
scheduled end, our bellies filled with wine so red
you know I’ve got the dishes, go and mingle with our friends.
white and black holes
yin and yang signs
some understanding wormhole
role reversal pay it no mind.
Floyd Crenshaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fair-enough-2/
