I rode by on a Monday morning and
saw the police tape.
So many times served by the waiter
in the cowboy hat
I never minded the wait
French toast smothered in maple syrup
Red bricks eaten by flames
On a weekend with so many fire alarms
In a city that lives to blame
When power goes out in a heat wave
We rush to corners to direct the cars
But when Sundays are snuffed like a lit cigar
The police state's rather lame
And my daily pass through Dundas
and Euclid never will be the same
[See "Fire destroys Musa and several homes at Dundas and Euclid"]
3 comments:
Hey, hope you had a great birthday :)
- A
Thanks Aim - How the heck did you know it was my birthday? I'm sure I've missed wishing you well on your last 5! Erp, sorry.
I think it's really sweet that you wrote a poem about Musa.
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