Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Anaconda.
WHO IS IT, who that Dude in your Life. WHO the, that CREATURE U imbibed. Who THAT, what IS ya THING. Who SEZ U dont Sing,.... Do U Sing... Tra-la=whossit. That Symphony who sez U dont Sing tonight....Wrapped in COILS, snuggly, and a SELFIE.. an Anaconda.
That U. FRICKIN SMILE!!!...Slither. Over a Pint of Brew. Is it UN-en-wrapped in your own piano concerto. U in a Tuxedo! I shouldnt get so excited! Question-thingy.
WHO DAT, a man in black, a SHADOW who FEARS his own SHADOW because a SHADOW is all he GOT. Who Wrestles with Life=s ETERNITY but the REPTILE dosent understand in its Nano-Intrude.
Allors!
SNAKE EYES. Blank. Kill U. DONT kill U.I Strike! Or decide to re-model our Gig. PATHETIC KISSES. And Tip the Waitress. Not forgetting.
WHO DAT that eloquent, who dat KID who=ll wiggle Youth, get out what IS. And who, which-way DEMONS will fight for His or Her tangeant, leaving a Poem, a History, and a Note of Survival.
Underpants forgotten in a Public wash-house dryer, History is dirty, diabolical, sometimes downright dangerous!
WHO dat KID you walked passed on the Street. Caught a Bus. Maybe someone U meet. Who that dude who screamed the same tune. Screaming on the Tube!0
c.2020, davedelacroix.
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