Up In Attic

I'm dragging with this melodic symphony...
Hit by timpanis,
And ooops!
When that's done I feel ecstatic!

Oh babe.
Oh babe.

Said...
I'm dragging with this melodic symphony...
Hit by timpanis,
And ooops!
When that's done I feel ecstatic!

Oh babe.
Oh babe.

I see you winking at me,
With your eyeballs going up and down.
I know you're thinking of me,
As a clown you can screw around.
But none of this you're gettin'.
To fit into your mittened fists.
None of this.
'Cuz it's...

Hit by timpanis,
And ooops...

When that's done I feel ecstatic!

Ooops,
Kettledrums on the run...
I know it's gonna 'be' ecstatic.

I'm gonna be ecstatic!
I'm gonna be ecstatic!
I'm gonna be ecstatic!
Me, I'm gonna be, ecstatic!

Gonna pack my bitchin' and leave that ssshhh...
Up in attic!

'Daddy,
Can you turn that music off.
It's too loud!

Why you dressed like that up in there,
everytime mommy goes?
Daddy?
Are you coming out of the closet,
with those clothes? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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