Itch under the skin.
Must get thin.
Mans name is Slim.
What about Kim ?
No-no more Jim.
Tire off the rim.
Why do I cry ?
Love itch under the skin.
Blood flows real fast.
Mold love into a cast.
What about the past ?
Love - on four - fast.
I feel all new.
Rest don't know - a few.
Rats fall in love.
Kings fall in love.
They don't know - true.
I'll wear deep blue.
Chalk on the pool cue.
Dead shot - call a few.
Alarm clock just rings.
That dream again - it sings.
from my poem book - DREAMS 3