Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Blue Loo - Poem

 Blue Loo

Its top end of the market for you
I just need some frosties and blue loo
To the doctors for the results
Nervously twitching left eye
Panic, panic there's no more air

This is a far cry from her sins
I can see the sea from here
Outside I see a plastic bag
Mad dog helps me across the road
Finding solace in a banana

Up above they carry their sins on trays
My heart bubbles at your voice
Super heros close my eyes
I'm not saying I like Pina Colada
You stop to wave on one knee

Author: Sam Freek

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