Sunday, September 25, 2016

Reach Out and Touch Someone

Reach out and touch someone, he’s from the 90s, lived by the motto, so he’s always reaching out to touch someone.  

Hand of four fingers and a thumb, in the distance you see a washed up singer and sparkles of sun.  

His recording days are behind him, so in this basement apartment, you’ll find him, without his band, without his men.  

He was a backup anyways, anytime a relative lost their voice - he’d back up his kin.

Singin’ and swash bucklin’ with a mouthful of gin, until his smile became a cheesy grin.
Gin in his house, wore a mustache - whiskers like a mouse, didn’t shave, cuz he never left the house…


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