Boot That Supercool That You Do

Whatcha gonna do with your supercool?
When the scooting of satisfaction scats.
Will you pack it to be shipped away?
Or will you hang it to dust,
On a rack.
When the need to attract,
Lacks.

Then whatcha gonna do with your supercool?
When the flaunting of it needs to...
Sit back,
And...
Relax.

Whatcha gonna do with your supercool?
And have you given thought to that?

It's sad to see a rusting swagger.
Outdated and fading quick.
Yes it's sad to see a rusting swagger.
Doing it's best to be hip...
Limping through it!

So...
Whatcha gonna do with your supercool?
When the scooting of satisfaction scats.
Will you pack it to be shipped away?
Or will you hang it to dust,
On a rack.
When the need to attract,
Lacks.

Whatcha gonna do,
With your supercool?
You need to sit back and relax.

No need for you to prove that you've been supercool.
You need to sit back and relax.

Whatcha gonna do,
With your supercool?
You need to sit back and relax.

No need for you to prove that you've been supercool.
You need to sit back and relax.

You need to boot it and be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

You need to boot it and be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

There's nothing more that you can prove.
Sit back,
And relax.

Boot that supercool that you do,
And be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

Give the boot to what you're doing,
And be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

Give the boot to what you're doing,
And be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

Boot that supercool that you do,
And be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

Boot-that-supercool...
And be through.
Sit back,
And relax.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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