Our Man in Europe/dave delacoix/ "Samba: No sweat!"
(dedicato: Mi Sorella in Vita/in Arkansas: Milli B.)
(Hidden dialogue: Well, Dave, U piece of Shit. Tryin' to fix the World, on Aspirin, chain smokin', Booze, a Surfin' Long-board, broken Hearts? Who gave U the CANNY to be so Smart?)
SAMBA:
HE'S got a Problem
(Drinks too much!)
He's a Problem
(SMOKES too much!)
He's a Problem
(WAY too Happy?)
with Vino, women
and Song?
LOOK at HER!
Miss Cigarette?
She's got a Problem;
her neighbours
even SAY SO?
SHE'S got a PROBLEM
(Goes out Saturday Nights!?)
A PROBLEM
(...till Dawns daylight?)
SHE'S got a PROBLEM;
"Someone"
should tell her SO!?
(Singing:)
"And the Devil in My loins
which tells me Every thing
like that BLACK HOLE,
gnawing away...at my Soul
that I cannot begin,
to USURP
...And
in my own way? That Divisive ENIGMA
that I am?
So how can I KNOW?
I live in Kansas. A flowered skirt.
At the Hair Salon, folks
know my name? BUT
please HELP ME
someday, the Optician
who
prescribed new lenses?
In the Land of the BLIND:
Should I go to Missouri!?
He's a PROBLEM
She? BUSTED!
And TELL those KIDS:
"QUIT DO'IN DAT!!!"
Less I forget
the MeAnING OF Life.....
Less I forget the meaning of Life.?
c 2017/davedelacroix/LORD BORGO/ Madrid, Spain.
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