Better Poem by chris bowen

losing in la la land.what a band.a man writes a tune sung by a dragoon and you can smell the fumes.too many lunes in cartoon bands, to many brotha's from the sand.the land rejects the folded set, check with green grass, you bet.the other ret bean was a lean mean kill machine.the fiend in me sees an eye on the sidewalk coming from a man who rides the catwalk.i got fourty four years of in arrears, then to appear the ghosts are near.spin baby spin, let the night in.walk like you talk and fought.sought me? never.i aint the better.