Some days I'm
sleepy, frosty, and salty
like a trailer park
in Tampa in February
Where I said I'd go
but never showed.
When I talk to myself
I thank Thoreau,
wish on Whitman,
entertain ghosts like
D.H. Lawrence and I'm
pulling on the Universe
like John Muir.
When I listen to Wyclef
I Wish You Were Here.
Drinking in Brandy,
you're a fine girl.
I like Pina Coladas,
like Plies,
but I prefer Rum and Coke
and that night at the Slam
That was my Black & Mild smoke.
I've never felt alone
in Wide Open Spaces.
I'm enchanted and listening
to Rakim on Smokey Mountain tops
and handing Dead Emcee Scrolls
out to my friends.
Wondering where you've been.
sleepy, frosty, and salty
like a trailer park
in Tampa in February
Where I said I'd go
but never showed.
When I talk to myself
I thank Thoreau,
wish on Whitman,
entertain ghosts like
D.H. Lawrence and I'm
pulling on the Universe
like John Muir.
When I listen to Wyclef
I Wish You Were Here.
Drinking in Brandy,
you're a fine girl.
I like Pina Coladas,
like Plies,
but I prefer Rum and Coke
and that night at the Slam
That was my Black & Mild smoke.
I've never felt alone
in Wide Open Spaces.
I'm enchanted and listening
to Rakim on Smokey Mountain tops
and handing Dead Emcee Scrolls
out to my friends.
Wondering where you've been.
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