May 12, 2023

rhapsody

I can’t quite get my shirt tucked in right but
the street piano player playing Queen
he doesn’t have an audience so who
am I complaining is it hot or what
can you believe the sun? Is it the t–
shirt off my back you want or what dude
he’d say: roll up your sleeves and carry on
as I do satisfied in of yourself
and confident in posture to perform
along the street such covers of the Song
as are impossible on instruments
much better tuned than this one! Clothes are worn
the best by those who live as if to say
it doesn’t really matter anyway


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