"I Have Lost The Time"
Although it's always sublime I have lost my time.
On a navy jet with the internet.
I pick up a code blue.
Old blue isn't very new.
Et tu Brutus?
It's Steve's father's jet plane.
In a mysterious game.
That's his claim to fame.
His family name.
Part of the same poem.
Not well known.
But always well shown.
Not by a smartest.
But by the artist.
Often times alone.
Sorry the smokestacks are smoking hay.
That's what I say.
Watch out for the smell of fires in rubber tires.
See you later mater.
By Jonathan Billet
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