la Vida

A Poem by Rick r

Just a fun piece.

I missed my revolution.
What's a boy to do?
Don a balaclava for jaysus?
Smoke a fat havana?
Think I'll buy me a beret.
Brush up on mi español.
Grow a fumanchu.
Move fifty years down south.
Find me a spanish speaking babe
to dance the dance in a red dress
shouting viva la vida all night long
till the sun comes up
and roosters crow
at hungry dogs
in a dusty street.

5/24/14

© 2014 Rick r

Author's Note

What can I say. Born too late.

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Rick r

Sneads Ferry, NC

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Hi, I am an archaeologist by profession, a lover of books, and a father of an awesome son. Stop by and say hello. I look forward to reading your words. All comments and suggestions on my works are mos.. more..