Anthology At Break Time

I’m on my way out the door
Sailing on a paper cloud
Of Greek mythology sprinkled
With the fighters of Jim Crow laws
I keep trying to hold on to the desk
But Dixie Peach,Rome and Italy keep giving me a secret glimpse
Of all that I have been missing
Muddy boots on a kitchen floor
That have never been part of the plan
Keep catching my eye
Like that tall blond with the poodle like Lucy,except for it’s not red
You know what I mean
Brothers dribble ball on the asphalt
In my lane
And I’m distracted by every single image
From the pink elephant,to the Black Barbie,to the unhappy executive in the bright green boots
Yeah,I’m on my way out the door
But I’ll be smiling all the way out.

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