Flash Fiction & Poetry
Metal
Everything now is ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
pedal to metal,
shine to rust.
Sometimes it’s fine,
sometimes it’s nuts,
stabbing sunshine,
oh baby, it cuts.
Do what you have to do,
see the metal? ( Metal )
it shines on my chest.
Sticks out like bravery (ooh wah);
was what we did best?
Mission accomplished
that was the call
come see my waterboard
We’ll have a ball
Sometimes it’s fine,
sometimes a curse,
Mom sent me Kevlar,
oh baby, it’s worse.
Do what you have to do,
see the metal? ( Metal )
it shines on my chest.
Sticks out like bravery (ooh wah);
was what we did best?
As performed by Surplus Population
©2009 John Gifford for independent together studios
posted with permission of the author
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about 1 year ago
hey, way to revive the chasm! it’s been far too long! nice post.