Punctuality's a b***h.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
Thank God for the good time.
It was nice to relax for once. Like the ice can't melt off now. In the face of bad timing. Like it's a setup. He said "I'm tired of watchin' this bad movie." She said "Too bad it couldn't be better." So I grab the nearest bottle of somethin' hard. And shout lets make our own good time. Cause baby we could dace. For hours drowning conversation. With pretty actions and motion. Stumbling just to stand up. Cause there's a blue sign with my name. I said "I'm tired of watchin' this bad movie." She said "Too bad it couldn't be better." Apologies follow with a coy smile in my tone. Cause I'm just as drawn as you, to the view. So I grab the nearest bottle of somethin' hard. And shout "Lets make some quality time." Live it out again for me. I missed the important part. Where we didn't have consequences. Or childish fences in called boundaries. Cause baby we could dance. For hours drowning conversation. With pretty actions and motion. Stumbling just to stand up. Cause there's a blue sign with my name. And it says it's closing time. So we rip up the main drag. Staggering just t'see straight. I said "I'm tired of watchin' this bad movie." She said "Too bad it couldn't be better." Apologies follow with a coy smile in my tone. Cause I'm just as drawn as you, to the view. So I grab the nearest bottle of somethin' hard. And ask "Do you wanna kill some time?" © 2008 Lee W. DeasonAuthor's Note
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