Fourth step to Madness
That bird flew in to his nest;
Casablanca!
Da! Boozer!
TV documentary deleted,
Summer dreams all defeated,
Conversations not completed;
Empty minds in charge and seated.
“I thought we could fly?”
“I wish I could fly!”
“But I won’t try.”
“I hate that guy.”
I can tell by his drunken knows!
No – Cavernous scars mean too many bars!
Isn’t that so?
Fatso.
She got me in the German heartland,
Beer and coke so the Major told me.
Sniping in the gutter.
Buried deep with another nutter.
Slotted two from his Church Yard,
Bless you Father; bereavement card.
Ludicrous Karma took him too,
Body disintegrated,
He didn’t go home that night,
Or many nights later.
El Pimp Erupted!
Lava Flow!
“Where you ever in a serious fire?”
No, my sweet, just in love.
She smiled the beguile,
So, I waited a while,
Her business soaring,
Me just boring.
