ally gunther

Mr. Magic Man - Poem by ally gunther

Mr. Magic Man,
Is twirling his fingers,
Taking back time.
Too late,
Stop it!

And when he sways to and fro,
It pulls my head so,
And with dramatacism,
Puts his hands together,
Calls out,

But you're not using your magic,
Just using your charm,
Its this fact alone-
That causes most alarm
Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda,
Couldn't, Shouldn't, Won't,
Only I will.
I will.

And oh!
What to do!
Oh hypnotist!
You aint got a clue,
But I'm not as entranced by your top-hat,
No not as much as I wanted,
To be.

Snap your fingers,
Break my trance,
But wait,
Why do cracks appear?
On my mask?
A shattered,

And transfer your powers,
At least make some,
Not this half-assed,
Lolita's too old now,
I'm seein' through the soft Hum,
The illusion,
But funny,
Now you're expecting-
My money?

Contrary to popular belief,
Out flies my canary,
Falls short,
And ALL of em'
Notice it,
Just a notice,
Aint' it?

Yet still,
Hips be a swayin',
With their newly found tattoos,
And morn,
And night,
Can't help,
But dream-
Of you,
And the magic you bestow,
Out flies unspoken crow,
And the burden of taboo.
(Magic Man,
Oh you!)

Comments about Mr. Magic Man by ally gunther

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/28/2013 5:45:00 AM)

    turned magic into music nice thank (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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