Miles are missing
And there’s a big bang
For a broken back
The log book lacks
And I’m mad to cat
For that but here I’m sat
Pining in the slack
Footwell of your black
Voyage through the cracks
In earth’s trap
Well, I’d like to recall
Snacks that I snapped
In that gob of mine
As I lapped up scraps
You called me the ether
I called you mad
We ain’t going forwards
Nor back
Just side to side
Like crabs, dancing
In the drab grab
Of smooth jazz
That turns rap
Once the sun finally naps
And we can no longer have
All the nice things
That last slap of magic
Dragged into our
Promise.
By Lyric Deep.
Lyric Deep™ 