The Doctor Poem by chris schwartz

Chalk one up to paradise
Always see the blue sky
Before the clouds
Hit the ball into the pocket
Of a poor soul
Just trying
To find his way.
From the end of a
Pool Cue,
He thought it was
A dead one shot
But it bounced off the pocket
Hit the sidebar,
When he was staring
Down the moons
Of a copycat.
She was a dead ringer.
Thought he'd sunk the eight ball
On a party table
Packed with six pack abs
And a couple gun slingers
He was her nowhere man
Long pool stick
In his hand.
But she just ricocheted,
Off the bumper,
Of another man.

So much for a full moon.
So much for a full moon.
Just gimme a box
Like the Dr.
To fly away in.
So much for a full moon.
So much for a full moon.
Man, I'm done playing pool
I'm done with her rules
So much for a full moon.