| I thought this fit, it's an excerpt of a book of poems I wrote. But it certainly deals with shopping mall horror stories. Streets are packed, the store is full. And when searching for a toy I had no pull. Like the man in front of me at the mall. He had a Elmo, a power ranger, he had it all. Now there was no way I was remaining empty-handed. So a right hook from my hand, on his jaw it landed. His presents fell to the ground, and there was a mad scramble. I knew I had to dive in and take that gamble. Because nothing’s worse than seeing a tear. Fall down the face of my boy right here. I couldn’t disappoint, so I scratched and I bit. And grabbed for the gifts, everything I could get. As I reached for Elmo, I heard a sound. It was a whistle and my face turned to a frown. A silver bracelet that didn’t fit, was slapped on my wrist, and then I was hit. knocked unconscious and dragged away. I awoke in a cell on Christmas Day. So as I write this letter, here’s food for thought. Thou shalt not steal, or at least don’t get caught. Po - Detroit,MI April 2003 |
The Bible says to "make a joyful noise unto the Lord." It never said you couldn't use electric guitars. Fantastic song.
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