BOOZE and rusty nails, <br />a brutal wind, carrying <br />your manic smile, traffic <br />lights, with matching luggage, <br />a clumsy thought, puts you <br />back in your wornout strait <br />jacket. <br />DONT botch it up, <br />dont botch it up, <br />says the queen, <br />for tonight, even the prodigal <br />son gets saved.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whistles-and-laughter/
