Bullet proof and ten feet tall,
they think they are at the very
leas, this goliath this hydra,
this very ugly beast.
Is that all there is Peggy Lee?
We were freedom fighters we
fought the good fight like a
friend who sticketh closer
than a brother the mother of
invention and intervention and
we shall surrender never.
Now we have a new kind of beast
and I the raven shall give the quote
to you goodbye to the blonde beast
of WW2.
The new disquise is wrapped up in
black garb wielding a bloody sword
they dance all together in one accord.
They resemble the black magicians
I've seen on the telly illusionists by
name and murder for hire is their.
game.
Is that all there is Peggy Lee?
Is that all there is my friend?
than lets keep dancing.
Josette Marie Louise Lager
Copyright@2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem