Here in some tiny town
Typing away to the sound
Of a band
Where a man
Turned me on
I was gone
On fantasy
Being slightly drunk
Into the Round-up funk
Of 2012
Where I delved into dreaming
And oh the dreams they come
Written here in the poems
Of one poetry bum
Who doesn't want to be hurted
Just flirted with fantasy
Oh it hides so deep in thee
Let it come
It makes it better for a poetry bum.
