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French Revolution Funk
by Wayne TateFrench Revolution Funk
Over the hill is where they are man
Down by the grass which stuck to their boots as they dug in
A few of them didn't even make it
If you listen closely you can hear Lady Crow singin' em to sleep
Sounds like she's loosing her voice
Remember the tower?
It ain't there no more....
....a pebble hit it...
...brought the whole thing down
...*boom*....
Thought I might have been able to swing by it
Y'know...play some tunes....
Guess there ain't room for that now'days
Since the band broke up after they breeched the walll
Makes my stomach turn...
Knowing the crowd you play for isn't laughing with you anymore 12/02/2008 Posted on 12/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Wayne Tate
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/03/08 at 03:09 AM Great exclamation point at the end of this thing. Awesome work all around though. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/02/09 at 09:50 PM You visit upon my eyes images and sounds I am not sure I want to see or hear, but you have salted my curiosity. Your poem transforms the funk into a morsel for the imagination. |
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