Saturday Night At The Orchid Room

I’d come down tonight
downtown to your place
in the city
to tell you what’s
been going on man.
But you’re never in
you’ve never enough time
like you said that time
after I told you my plan
to rescue the world
from the sham
or to do some good somewhere or find the Antichrist and you know,
Dan,
kill him,
Dan.
No not you,
you’re off to work
you’re on the plan
to save for retirement
but what’s best for Dan?
A slave all day,
a sluggard all night?
No longer intoxicated by the morning light?
Not anymore, Dan.
You lose this right.
I’m coming to get you.

(By Mark at Wordherd)

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2 Responses

  1. He came, he saw, he poetised. Mark, ladies and gents, the coolest of cool bananas,

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