John Alexander Alegre
Corner Of Memory Lane & Bourbon Drive. - Poem by John Alexander Alegre
Bricking up Memory Lane,
is always such a f*cking pain,
the bricks go up and the bricks come down,
the residents keep knocking them to the ground.
They want to run free,
but that’s something which cannot be,
for when they run wild they demand a fee,
a fee that is unreasonable to me.
Round up and hog tied,
dragged back to their place,
some try to hide,
for those I take out the attaché case.
Hours go by,
many more before I’m done,
so tired I could die,
but all I want to do is run.
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