You sit around and watch the tube
Study up on your obscure references
Where’d ya go?
Drinking diet Coke, drawing cats in sunglasses
Putting yourself in art
Where’d ya go?
Hey, hey Ronnie
Where’d ya go to?
I don’t know
Where’d ya go?
Whenever I lay down a tip,
I always think, “it’s too damn much.”
Why don’t we keep in touch?
Where’d ya go?
Drinking beer at 7am, by chance
I always know now that,
“it’s Happy-hour in France.”
Where’d ya go?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one of those poems with more meat to swallow than what it looks like in the menu. i will grab this one.