I keep on walking
down that burning road,
the bag on my back’s
the sum of my load.
My baby lost it
a few miles back,
vomiting black smoke
from a heat attack.
I could hold out my thumb
and try to flag a ride,
but I don’t need pity
because I’ve got my pride.
So I keep on walking
burning holes in my shoes,
‘cause to get where I want
I’ve got to pay my dues.
I peruse, aisle by aisle,
and see the wares laid out,
splayed out,
crisp and clean
before my hungry, rapturous eyes.
A fire is raging in our veins,
while we wear a face confused as pain,
before spilling all over the place
leaving a rose upon our face.
For a moment on the day I met her
I was so lost in her eyes
I didn’t notice her literature
nor her shapely, exposed thighs.
She’s got a little secret:
Everybody wants to know
Xactly how she keeps her ass
Youthful and firm, fo sho.
But she just cracks a smile
As she saunters through the door,
Cause she knows a secret held
Keeps ‘em coming back for more.
– Suggested by, and dedicated to, a friend.
I focus on each hour
to make it through the day
until I have the power
to live in my own way.
– requested by a certain someone. You know who you are, ^_^
A (wise) man of two faces 