Poem Bastion Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

in the meaning, there is an ending

sending me signals, illegal

the regal mount up, they wont fight

the vision of us, to them a delight

we wont fight tonight, tonight we go crazy

then well see, who's into us baby

the former lady, who sold her soul

for some sex, at a rock n roll show

we need to know her

put us on the road

oh yeah

put us on the road

well give em a show

put us on the road

make us the last to know