Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....MOON SONG, Chanson de la Lune.
...Our Man in Europe got his OWN ragged Song, aint gonna howl at a Georgia Moon, aint NO LYNCHING, no WHITEBREAD Boogaloo...like an UN-educated, Dyslexix Song of the Moon. Graffit my History, HERE-s your Shoes, Bro, under that MOON which succours or rancours your Medievil rancour and Soul. U wanna Dance! Be my guest.
Song of the Moon which, NIGHTLY, enters my room, cries-yesterday, whispers a tomorrow, resonates, for WHOM the bell tolls... comes ALL too soon. U, Me, Bro, Sis, Mom, Pops, Granny, Oppa, lonesome, on his way to the Post Office. Medals, not displayed publicly on his chest. Stuff he don-t PROCLAIM, the KNOWING, his Integrity.
Gonna RUN HIM DOWN!!!...or later, tear down HIS Monument...
Who HAILS the Moon, that CHANT, popular SONG-SLOGAN, grafittied! Everyone knows EVERYTHING except how to hold down a Paying Gig. A Job! ANECREON, greek Poet, in heaven-we raise our glass to THEE!...in lieu of the inadequacy, idiocy and hypocrisy of our Elected representatives who see the same Luna display but cannot SPELL Boogaloo!...WAZ DAT U HEAR!... Sorry. just ME scratching my Nuts!
c.2020, davedelacroix.
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