Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Graffiti
Category: Poetry/LyricsGRAFFITI
It broke my heart when I found your name
scratched on the men’s room wall
I went to use the facility
in answer to nature’s call
And there in the dark
Near a dirty remark
Someone had etched in the stall
For a good time call Viki Goldfarb
Four-two-seven-one-eight-three-two-four
If she’s busy keep tryin’
For this baby’s dyin’
For someone to bang on her door
I should have been suspicious
When you got so many calls
It must be those fellows reading
All of those men’s room walls
Hot burning tears
Dripped into my ears
As I lay on my bed
These words words screamed in my head
For a good time call Viki Goldfarb
Four-two-seven-one-eight-three-two-four
If she’s busy keep callin’
She’s probably ballin’
But she’s always lookin’ for more
Now Viki you always acted so sweet
So honest so pure and so strong
It’s so hard to believe
You could do this to me
But can so much graffiti be wrong?
Old Comments
Definitely made me laugh.
Wow. I bet there’s music to that. Love it!