By John Sinclair - PTE Poet Emeritus
All the sailors
with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs
for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars
at the door.
You can really
learn a lot that way
It will change you
in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid,
Under white sheets
for the great unveiling
At the big parade.
You can really
learn a lot that way
It will change you
in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the bushleague batters
Are left to die
on the diamond.
In the stands
the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.
____________________
John Sinclair
john.sinclair@yahoo.com
It's a Neil Young song you dolts ... and it was put there because .. well .. because Neil's dad Scotty Young , renowned Canuck sports journalist - Tele - Globe - Macleans and Star - went thru many turnstyles diring the course of his career ... oh shit i dunno? am i close? anyone? gav
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