Spinach Salad

Twisting ever so slowly
Tying me up completely
The winds of time & change
Still continue to floor me

Where the hell am I going?
Where the hell am I doing?

Thoughts come into fruition
Or is it intuition
It all looks so fine
& has become my nutrition

& then....

Some kinda' change
A new brand of strange

Yeah that's it
Spinach salad
The big boobed waitress
A gathering of friends
Each one captaining their own ship
Welcome to the fleet
Of spoken word & beat
Yee-haw
Shiss-boom-ba
La-da-de-da
& am I'm gonna' end this right here

Okay so I didn't
Ha ha