Just received a 3 ring binder full of poems/stories/notes/crap dating from 1990 from Julie, a high school friend who was apparently the person upon whom I dumped every thought I ever had. Much of it is stuff I have come across in the intervening years but there are a few pieces which I don’t remember at all. Here is the best:
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I was so drunk that I almost said: Hey Mikey!
Hey Mikey!
I was so angry that I lost my head: Hey Mikey!
Hey Mikey!
We danced upon the shore until we didn’t feel like dancing anymore
We laughed; we cried; tears ran until they dried
Hey Mikey!
Hey Mikey!
These days we travel to and fro back and forth Hey Mikey!
Trying to find out just how much we’re worth Hey Mikey!
Run to the store: buy a loaf of pita bread.
Run to the store: buy a loaf of minstrels.
Come back for more: make use of pita bread.
Come back for more: make use of minstrels.
Come back for more: Call his name Hey Mikey!
Come back for more: make use of minstrels.
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I am intrigued by the phrase “make use of minstrels.”
I am intrigued by the phrase “make use of minstrels.”
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