first a plagiarism

Can't help if I space in a daze, My eyes tune out the other way, I may switch off and go in a daydream, In this head my thoughts are deep, But sometimes I can't even speak, Would someone be and not pretend? I'm off again in my World

fee simple

papa ra pap pa
pararap pararap
parara rara rarap
parararap parararap
parara rara rarapa
pow!

doesn't look much in print when one doesn't know its sound.

an invitation to sample
the strange melodies in my mind
and the dappled beats of my heart

chronology is unimportant
as there is only now
and everything here
can march at the same time . . .
to different beats of course.

papa rap pa pa Mc Do
papa rap pa pa Ketchup
papa pa pa papapapa Abba

to a girl and a boy
to a woman and a man
don't wait for me now
i don't know when i'll be done

to all beef patties, special sauce
lettuce cheese in a sesame seed bun
there are good times to be had
under the stars in heaven and under the sun

welcome to the bi-polar express