Cicada sounds crush me,
they take me back,
catapulting me
to those simpler times.
Hanging out down at the lake,
corn dogs & pulled pork,
summer watermelon.
Jeff & Jenny sure did their thing,
that Camero
was a starship,
& what a trip
sneaking into
the drive-in.
Marlboro lights ruled
our nights.
When we got older,
Miller Time took Becky.
That ************ drunk driver.
Her mom lost her son & hubby
the very next year.
She's a survivor.
When football star Jessie
got smoked in Iraq,
a piece of our hometown
really did die
& it ain't never coming back.
I heard they closed Shorty's last week,
that tweaked me just a bit,
best vanilla shakes in town,
******
Here come the cicadas again.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Cicada sounds crush me,
they take me back,
catapulting me
to those simpler times.
Hanging out down at the lake,
corn dogs & pulled pork,
summer watermelon.
Jeff & Jenny sure did their thing,
that Camero
was a starship,
& what a trip
sneaking into
the drive-in.
Marlboro lights ruled
our nights.
When we got older,
Miller Time took Becky.
That ************ drunk driver.
Her mom lost her son & hubby
the very next year.
She's a survivor.
When football star Jessie
got smoked in Iraq,
a piece of our hometown
really did die
& it ain't never coming back.
I heard they closed Shorty's last week,
that tweaked me just a bit,
best vanilla shakes in town,
******
Here come the cicadas again.
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