by Rawclyde !
Twirling like a po’ boy’s yo-yo
Like a holy dime
Like two friends are supposed to rhyme
Is Platonic Man too late?
The woman knows pain too well
Pure beauty & truth took a bullet
A po’ boy needs a second chance
But will he get it?
Po’ boys never get a second chance
Unless a miracle occurs & the moment is right &
All the signs are brilliantly bright
Woe is ye & woe is me
Are creeps forever
Are two friends never
Is it too late for Platonic Man?
The stars are swirling
The sky is unfurling
Swear to God I can’t do anything right
Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016