Old Tubs With Clawed Feet 7u Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

OLD tubs with clawed
feet, doors thrown open
from a midnight breeze,
orchestras playing in
your head, listen closely
your momma says, your like
this one, i wrote it when i
was just a kid.
TAKE me to your leader my
friends say, how sad that
they had to ask, or even
think that i would lead.
STILL the orchestra plays,
listen closely your momma
says, i wrote this when
i was just a kid.
OLD tubs with clawed feet,
and a spiritual back round,
that explodes when they
turn on the lights.