Put a tiger in the gas tank.

a meal of knuckle sandwich and humble pie

krupa could make swiss cheese out of Roach
If he can catch him that is.

Roach is burning in the ash tray
while Krupa is burning up the drapes

Roach is in putter around outer space
he places your finger on the pulse

Krupa is like an octopus arms all over the place
Roach is like an electric eels embrace

Roach knows foreplay but krupa surprises me
just depends on my mood I guess

poem by Jerome Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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