Alone Again on Trampoline

What a travesty I do see

Far away from him she should flee.

Technology surrounds her home;

With wings like a dove, she should flee.

Her dad, he owns the Qantas jets;

Go fly through the blue, she should flee.

What a mess when one’s wit goes out!

Cling not to abuse, she should flee.

A rat will always be a rat;

Mental restlessness, she should flee.

So take your bags from Texas ranch;

In the heat and rain she should flee.

Wind on her back, skates on her heels;

Supersonic feet, she should flee.

Love is blind, don’t you be a tool;

From such slavish ways she should flee.

Sandy is on his way, beware;

From hurricane’s eye she should flee.

Hear my plea star of sweet pop tunes;

Like gazelle Quid Pro Quo should flee.

Abusers have no dignity;

I say from “Low-life” she should flee.

(November 29, 2012)