Saturday, February 23, 2013

#poetry - sola tola mola

sola tola mola
i can make it now
where to put the cola
worry on my brow

for to me there is truth
in a rosin bow
slung across a crook and
making it real slow

sola tola mola
give me what i want
put him in the hole ma
that will be his spot

for the moment it computes
whether it is nice
that shall be our slogan we'll
have it with some ice

sola tola mola
just to be a pest
turn it to the maximum
bleed it on your best

for we have no choices
and riddle is our way
magic in the corner slot
liquor saves the day

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