by nilfun 5 Replies latest jw friends
Brass knuckles, sand gloves, boots laced tight
Just another Long Beach Saturday night
The boys are out, the boys are out, there's lightning in the air
Strutting with a blitzkrieg savoir-faire
The girl with a monk-cut being tough for show
What the boys got plannned for her she just don't know
Each violator's moment feels like a thousand years
Suck it up girl, suck it up, nobody sees your tears
Brass knuckles, sand gloves, boots laced tight
Just another Long Beach Saturday night
Strutting with a blitzkrieg savoir-faire
I love that phrase. Now I know what Long Beach is like on Saturday night.
Hi BT,
Strutting with a blitzkrieg savoir-faire
Yes, it has a certain rhythm to it, doesn't it?
Perhaps all the things one could ever imagine have really happened to someone else...sometime, somewhere.
In a different life perhaps?
I don't like to think too much about that. Gets me to thinking about what I could have had in this life.
In a different life perhaps?
Perhaps.
Yeah, never mind the coulda, woulda, shouldas...they're a waste of time I guess.
Besides, today's your birthday. Hope you have a good one!
Either way, I still like your poem.
And thank you.
