VACATE?
Vacate?
Yes, I oftentimes wish
to go astray, to go amiss
to disappear, to vaporize
to quickly vanish
from every eye
undercover and in disguise
like secret agents and sly spies
to abruptly thin
and become a mist
momentarily I don't exist
Gas up the car honey
let's hit the road
grab the kids
and we've got a load
Pop in a CD
recline the seat
inhale the fresh morning dew
sweet rolling Amish hills
here we come!
Vacate?
Get lost and go amiss?
Yes! Now that would be interstate bliss.
No comments:
Post a Comment