Jan 2020
Run for the hills
Here comes Lorena Bobbitt
Don't stick out your neck
Don't shop until it drops
Just call yourself a taxi
And she just might
Pass you by
"I'm a taxi..."
Here comes Lorena Bobbitt
Don't stick out your neck
Don't shop until it drops
Just call yourself a taxi
And she just might
Pass you by
"I'm a taxi..."
I'm an addict now. Yet another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
