Listening to Todd

          It seems like 30 or more, the number now eludes me,
          Listening to Todd rock the house, it's a good as it gets,
          He asks the question, “Who's a Crybaby Now”?  You see,
          I think he has me there, climbing all over those frets,

          He bends the frequency, to pull on my ears
          sometimes so sweet, it brings me to tears,
          I can feel his passion inside, and I can feel mine too,
          is this the way to act? , am I happy, or be I blue

          There's an Itch in my brain, and he can't get to it,
          I have a free will, and I know how to use it,
          walking carefully now, trying to avoid the mines,
          extremely important, that I keep Parallel lines

          He saw the light in her eyes, and chanted “Hello it's me”,
          we all knew, that Love was the Answer, so plain to see,
          so off to your Hideaway, your secret hideaway you go,
          its the Love of the common man, but how could you know

Gomer LePoet...