Messina

 

 

My bud Frank

Looked up Lady Liberty's dress

Her petticoat enough askance

To have no doubt

She hailed from France

 

Frank sees militiamen

Guarding tunnels, bridges

New York Harbor

He knows why

He did time

Volunteering at the Towers

 

I hear his heart sing

All the way to Kentucky

Moon must be up

Frank howls whispers

and seethes poetry

into unsuspecting audiences

Expecting a pat on the head

They get a punch in the gut

Yep

When Frank

Comes to Kentucky

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