[poem] the chorus is the part you know

[suchacharmer]

Mother, mother what's the hurry?
The night is young for the long day.
The summer sun, its going to your head while
The wine is going to your blood,
Carousing there, like the thoughts from your mouth.
On the radio there’s a song you know but
You can’t remember the words right now.
It’s your favorite. You whisper nonsense until
The chorus comes. Midnight runs around as you
Hum hum hum along.
The world rocks, pulls you to this place
Where nothing is still and everything is loud.

Mother, mother, where's the hurry?