One Time at Band Camp
By Walter Burns
Songs sung Rhymes wrung From sweaty hands of lovers Who place a Cold Quaint Attitude To use beneath the covers The word they want 'Security' “It’s pure To me” They say The blanketed effect Of lust Is love In diff’rent way But that’s a pathetic fallacy In truth their names are sown Inside their jammies Off at camp Their parents should have known Neither want this night to end They live on sep’rate coasts Forever Never Severed Ties “In life you make the most” Counselor makes the rounds He wouldn’t miss a thing bangs His nightstick on the rail “Lights out” He likes to sing Reality finds them both in bed spouses written from their heads houses turned into the dead and now Suh We hopes there’s Somethin said Something outside of the tensioned “Maybe” Cuz neither know bout birthin babies Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 04:16 PM PST 0 • 10
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