COULD HAVE BEEN
An unborn bard
the shy schoolboy stands
staring at her outside our school yard
a picture drawn by bandit blues bands
it's hard, so hard
reading directions from cosmic card
computer states it's meant to be
snatch her, she's not silly... seemingly
Long while I wait
no smile so no bait
I procrastinate, it's too late
makes up her mind, gets some other date
At myself hissing
reminising, could've been kissing
I wonder how she would rate
stare longingly through fence and gate
Nice car he's got
Likes the girl, still his a faggot
climbs in the cab, long curvy leg
I, immobile egg, considered to beg
Ah, cannot bring back
cannot store time on a rack
forget even though desire gives flack
this should teach you to seldom be slack
