Luggage Poem by Darren Harris

We need to close our eyes,
And enter our own minds,
There’s loads of excess luggage there,
That we need to find,
I scream,
You scream,
We all scream for ice cream,

And the bellboy he will help us,
He will help to carry our cases,
Because he knows our minds are tortured,
He sees the pain upon our faces,
I scream,
You scream,
We all scream for ice cream,

So the bellboy he will help us,
To rid the phantoms deep within,
The apparitions of our minds,
Their forever suffering,
So when we scream,
He will scream,
We all will scream for ice cream.