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.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,
Voltage charges power lines’ high wires All honest men die liers Her electric current runs tight by pliers My fires burn, they breathe, ash, and smoke Held so tightly I couldn’t help it my hand broke Shattered into a million
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult
Hold me now, as I’m a child Keep me close. Be tender, mild Love me now. Now. And for forever Walk with me now, and as I grow Guide me through life’s ebb and flow Love me now. Now. And
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