Falling Down...Fell Right Down
The building is falling down…falling down,
…Falling down!
Pitchforks construct an abstract piece
Pretentiously swaying their steel balls
They beat on bent over buildings
Exhibiting explicit gestures with delight
Mobile instructors master the musical
Sounds obscene; small males in glee
Haphazard hops on for a piggyback
A man camps under buildings crumbled
The man he fell right down…fell right down,
…He fell right down!
Trip down so I can kiss your cheek
Which wets the lapels you lean on
Let the hands drum a repetitive tune
To calm the quakes your experiencing
Sound waves knock on your lobes
Minor to the drums the brain’s playing
Deep cover under my arms enclosed
Posed as marble statues with beads
Praying for the deceased with odes