2nd Gear
I take the sprocket
From the locket
You gave me
When you open gear
Dear
You groove like a merchant
Of Hell
And Diamonds do not glow
Like you do.
I wonder when there shall be again
A number of persons such as you
In the glue
Stick on me, Kid
You’ll do
good.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 