Ray Mesa

Rookie (5/17/89 / Grand Forks)

First Base On The Dance Floor - Poem by Ray Mesa

Fly with me, Into the mist
Lean in for my final Kiss
This day I'll soon miss
Lean into the blow, Dodge my fist
I'm a' going to make you a women tonight
kiss you under the flashing strobe lights
We'll fly around the entire globe tonight
I'm your only prayer
I'm the last ring bearer
I'm playing this keyboard like a paino
Your so raceist, You only like albinos
Slip me something moist
A kiss below logical Riegn
A slipplery little voice
that sounds like drops of rain
Oh God the aftermath is teaching me to know
Better to date the daughter then the hot mom
Slip me something under this warm snow
I'm worthless....Dot com
I'm switching stations
Selling my rations
Too a rich life
slip me a knife
with a touch of spice
Sprinke it new
and kill me

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006



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