031510e You Could Be Bailed-Out Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm looking down from the bridge
it's a good 25 feet, open arms calling
no rocks, no debris, deep opaque water
i think a crab or a fish is looking at me
breeze pick up and temperature dropping
we are still stand still, nobody is mad yet

i can see people talking on their cell phone
i haven't called my boss yet, he's not far away
there's a lady, so dress up, long hair flowing
i can't see her face, just beautiful silhouette
that body is awesome, painted black and white
i'm looking, romancing some summer vacation

interrupted by blue flashing light below the bridge
it cannot be homeland security, must be fish police
'hello there! ' he is not talking to me, to somebody
people came to my side goose-necking, virginia
a stranded boat called for help, lucky he's closeby
good thing in america you could be bailed-out