Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 539

A Whole Lotta Love Run Riot
A movie star
had a glittering career.
She could never understand tonight.

Nothing more tonight
was on psychic frequency.
Her hands were tied gilded cage.

She ain't no lady
with strange behavior.
Ain't nothing more to come tonight.
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