If you’re drop dead gorgeous and almost As rich as Bill Gates or Paul McCartney Then YOU COULD BE THE ONE FOR ME If you have a mansion overlooking the Ocean and all new luxury cars for everyday Of the week then it wouldn’t be hard For you to sweep me off my feet or be My hard candy fantasy especially if we Can take off and travel the world anytime We wanted to and drink nothing but vintage Champagne on your own private air plane Whether you are 23 or 63 then YOU COULD BE THE ONE FOR ME… If you can keep me all dressed up in All the latest fashions and more diamonds Emeralds and rubies than I can wear on Both hands or around my neck at one time I would walk the line; yes I would tote the line We don’t have to call it love, Heaven’s above I’d be happy just to be your playboy, your Boy toy… If you’re drop dead gorgeous and almost as Rich as the Hilton girls or the Britain’s royal Family… Then YOU COULD BE, YOU COULD BE THE ONE FOR ME!!
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find
One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
I was so much into you That I lost my friends, My family and most importantly Myself. My dear you, You hurt me so much That I lost you, And I lost myself too. I was depressed, tensed here You
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