10-19-18

10-19-18

Inner Jazz (per request from W. A. G.)


You want some of my
Inner Jazz…


The inner beatings of
                Sync –  o – pat – ed
                                Be bop
                                                Scoo be …  de doo
                                                                Wrestlings

To keep my mind from
                SCREAMING


Per – cus – sion
                Rhy – thms to keep
                                                The
                                                                Heart  ** **
                                                                                Beat  ** **

Going to
Maintain
                Just enough sanity
                                To FAKE IT

Just enough breath
To allow the
                                Breathable
                                                Intake of
                                                                Yes
                                                                              And Yes....   again

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