I. Cantante de Ducha
Part curtain, SCREEEEEE! riding the rod
SHEEEEE! Frigid herald announces hot blast
Crowd roars...okay, okay the water roars
I'd like to do a Blues number for y'all...
a JT jam "Well I'm a steamroller baby..."
II. Cantante de Vestirse
Carole King, "Tapestry," side A
Memories of little Bobby unwittingly memorizing
On the floor, Indian style, portable phonograph feeds me
50 years gone, I haven't missed a beat
Once mysterious lyrics, now clear, vicissitudes of life informing
III. Cantante de Manejo
Styx...no, Kansas...news maybe? Nah, Kansas
"Carry on my wayward son(red light)mmmmmmmmmmmmmm don't ya cry no more."
Other motorist, with envy, observe
Perhaps thinking. "why can't I be hip like that guy?"
Oh the things we tell ourselves en route to the bus stop.
IV. Escuchante de Autobķs
On the bus, music shan't be sung
Within other passenger's hearing
Accordingly I hold my tongue
Evincing my decorous rearing
Ear buds, podcasts no one fearing
V. Caminante de bobble-head
Bus arrives...hard-rocker descending staircase
Craving morning aural caffeine
Distance to office with music timed perfectly
AC/DC, "Let There Be Rock," volume unsafe for any age
Forgo Bon Scott mimicry...opt for Angus Young head-bob
Written by Gahddess_Worship
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