this is a fun one, sung, in any way you can manage, to the tune of "Five Foot Two (Has Anybody Seen My Gal?)." You'll find that the structure of that song is very versatile in the ways that it can be expressive... I'd like to do a series of poems sung to it.
Squeeling gases wine unseen
Somewhere behind me, they're mysterious.
This guy across from me's jewelry gleams;
I think his jungle hair looks phoney.
What's in his box -- ?
Oh, it's homemade jewelry.
I think he-- I think he sells it.
The girl he's with finds him so fascinating
I know now she's Annie,
I see that she's Annie.
So fascinating
kind of a throw-away one in my opinion, but at least I know what I mean.
