Poets Cornered
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No Time to Be Scared because everything is just weird riff the maitre'd turns into Sandra Dee and the airport is full of frogs with fine English accents must of been something i partook in must be the way things roll now Doctor of some specialized part of the so called body comes through my window has a secret plan to save everyone i can't read it very well, it's written in some kind of mystery that nobody has published a way to solve Tonto and the Lone Ranger are waiting for me to finish this poem they want me to ride out with them to Love Corral their hearts are tired of doing good deeds their hearts are breaking slow I take them to the jazz river the one you sang to me just now i take them hopscotching across a gin martini ocean Every day here is Jack Elam Could you hum a few bars right alongside me The laser beam keeps missing us Could be the house rules Can't find the keys to climb back through Take us all then to jazz river the one that sings to me somehow No Time to be Scared weird judges make eerie jurisprudence so what no jail can smoke me i'd go down raspy with promise No disputin Mr.Rasputin blood in the mouthpiece of the horn he's tootin blood and human rolling in the dust by the quiet crying water by the everloving everlasting no time to be scared put your thin hand in mine put your thin dime in time don't bother betting let your heart do the pumping by the lack of a vocation water by the altogether whatever no time to be scared here comes rain maybe walk with me i ain't bullet proof but i will always try to give you a good time ---Scott Wannberg |
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