A SIMPLE SONG
A Simple SongWe had this conversation before. You always looking back at me coldly, resolute in your way. I wanted your life to be a simple song. I tried to raise you as best I could after your mother was gone. We talked before about what a simple song life could be. You only wanted to put evil in your arms and nose, hanging out with others that had no end. You never responded to my pleas, only looking back at me, coldly resolute in your way. I knew this would be our last talk, as I looked up to hear the words of another man dressed in black and the dirt being tossed in.
DANCING AT THE EL MORO
Its all boarded up now, sin and all. Filled with passion, lust and abandon, I once danced at the El Moro. Any sanity or reason far off. No one knew me there, just a white gringo pig. Or so they called me when I once danced at the El Moro.
Bejeweled women, all flimsy and nice. Hustles left and right, seen through some azure created by shots of straight Jack. I once danced at the El Moro.
I wanted to risk all in a messy place. Bold and crazy, I forgot I was old. There are fences and spaces in life though. Those with scowls on their faces looked at me. Disdain and looks of hate. I did not belong there. I once danced at the El Moro.
I did not care. Then I hear a sermon from somewhere. The voice said, "they like me had no souls, just waiting for hell." There were other places I wanted to go. All boarded up now, sin and all. I once danced at the El Moro.