Elizabethtowne Poem by Jimmy

In Elizabethtowne.

The breeze with ease will please your face, a sense of refreshing
gentleness in a soothing pace.
A maze of wonderful feelings, a breath of happy.
A sign of life, a ticket to heaven alley.
A gift sublime and free, a way to live ya life. Professionally.

In Elizabethtowne.

In Cradle bay.

The wind blow hollow, dirt and dust, all in darkness swallowed.
A bleeding wound, a glimpse of hope, but nothing ever follows.
Cabin fever, where paranoia helps. Dead dogs, and drugs,
and a black ribbon.

In Cradle Bay.

What's it worth. We're marked dead prior to birth.