The Situationist
A simple case of timing,
One thin thred,
A thimbleful of lies.
A lie along the way
Could make your wave,
Then we'd all say your name.
Fly your flag away
And see who waves,
They might just say your name.
I loved the time when
A little clumsy rhyming
Could fit the crown on your head.
Head down arms straight out,
Left without having completely sussed it out.
Head to the sun I have left to run
Writer/s: ANDRE S. PARKER, FRANCESCA MAEONDRA RICHARD, KEYSHIA COLE
