Treasure Island

Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

In My Mind by Michael Morrison

A silly fuzzy in a railway station
Happy only with the shoes on his feet
A little dawta dyin' in a whorehouse
Don't ya know she's got nothin' to eat

And my mum, yeah. She don't got a job now.
She's painting for peanuts and beets.
And don't you know by now
That Michigan Avenue's a red light street.

But in my mind, no-one really is unkind
It's all fine - I can't be bothered wit the pettiness and
Now's the time - to get together and happiness

We've passed the test - we're really drunken
on the red life wine.
We've passed the test - we're really drunken
on the red life wine.

Submitted: Thursday, February 06, 2014

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This poem was written by Michael Morrison as lyrics for a song in the late 1980's. He passed away in 2001.

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