I pledged allegiance to her lips
Did my service with skill.
‘Till that day I came to grips
Make of that what you will.
Reckless road, twisted mind
Cheap cologne, cold sweat.
Not my monkeys, not my kind
Not my circus, not yet.
All the shoot, in a dive
Who hit John, round four.
You know it’s coming, number five.
Someone show me the door.
Crooked rhythms, blow by blow
Found the one at last.
One more in me before I go.
Make it loud, make it fast.
I pledged allegiance to her lips
Did my service with skill.
‘Till that day I came to grips
Make of that what you will.
© Jeffrey Galinson 2023