le full moon
The moon is full,
Bright and white,
I’m drinking Sprite,
Feeling cold despite the wool.
I count the clouds,
Dispersed all over the sky,
While I fiddle with my tie,
Walking amongst the quiets and the louds.
Now my thoughts are stuck,
On this sultry night of June,
Above me is the magnificent moon,
And I feel like a lame duck.
