snowed in on a saturday night
it’s another saturday night and all I got
is some elton john and guess who
your aces and eights beating
my sixteens and seventeens and eighteens
it’s gotten to the point it’s not funny anymore
though I tell you to shuffle yet again
expecting a different outcome
you’ve got me hypnotized she would say
but all I could see was her wide awake eyes
showing me signs throughout the night
I’ve never once considered
I keep changing vinyls on turntable
mostly long plays but some forty-fives
plenty of sunshine stored in the fridge
otherwise keeping warm by candlelight
january two thousand eighteen
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Maybe you’re playing the wrong games, Mister. Sixteens, seventeens, eighteens — definitely high.
You prolly didn’t mean it that way, but I sure thought the third stanza was hella kinky-hot.
haha thanks for noticing Shawna – pretty sure I did ;`)
Oh, good. 🙂 Sometimes I point out stuff I see that writers don’t actually mean. I get a little carried away, once in a blue moon, you may have noticed. 😛
Amazing.
Thank you, Cristian.
I love records – I want a record player
My adult kids bought me a turntable a few years ago – it’s a blast to be able to play records I purchased back when I was a teenager and young adult!
That’s awesome