sábado, 8 de enero de 2011

Dry Rat at the park

Dry rat at the park

Here I’ve been
That babe in his babe’s car
And that boy chasing love or sex
Whatever destiny sends
In his brand new jaguar

Who am I? boy
I’m the man who gives you advice
About everything and even more
There must be at least one in every park
By day and night

And someday
I shall be as dry as the rat
That crossed the highway
Prematurely or too late
Or at the wrong place

Have a look around boy

Show me people
Here I’ve been them
Everyone of them my friend
At each age

I’ve never been a hero
But I think sometimes
This park should bear my name
And proudly display my statue
On a horse with a sword