MICHAEL

Michael,mikey.micky or mike., dont treat me bad, like a chopper bike.
a novelty to impress yer pals, yer 4 gears grinding
like a niagra fall.

im too look out for you the gypsy said.
one foot in the grave but not quite dead,
alive for michaels smiles,
and micheals smiles allude me awhile.

like the raleigh bike and the wee tricyle,a smile from him shall stop my menstrual cycle.
and i shall see again, this world and me.
its aches n pains, as i pout insane, at any tom and D.ick,
but they can go and take a hike, as i sit here pining for My MIKE.

Im too “wait”( she said) . all fevered brow..i sat their thinking ” silly cow”
i can read tarot better than you.
I nodded awhile, as she engaged me like a necrophile.
telling me things.both arrows and slings,that happened ALL to me.

tis a pity the names were all so changed,, anyone for a swap
to this Mary to this James. ?
forsooth she maybe meant another stlyle, st michael knickrs to last a while.
michael smeichal and me :)