"Red Hot Rum"
Frigid toes and hot red rum.
Laughter is to your tears as your nose is to your ears.
In life's fears you walk for years without any clothes.
Stand on your head and dance in a dream, on your feet.
You would like to pull up a chair and have a seat.
But there are no chairs anywhere around.
In a rain shower you were found.
You couldn't listen to sound.
Your feet and hands were tied and bound.
Downtown is a hundred miles away.
You having everything to say.
Your radios' play to pay.
In the dead of Winter's day.
But what you listen to is what you speak.
As you begin a new week.
You will gain what you seek.
It all makes you stop to think.
Share a rose glass of wine with me.
And try to listen as people see.
Join in the peppermint hot tea ecstasy.
Your friend-Jon Billet
Revised 11.21.2015
Frigid toes and hot red rum.
Laughter is to your tears as your nose is to your ears.
In life's fears you walk for years without any clothes.
Stand on your head and dance in a dream, on your feet.
You would like to pull up a chair and have a seat.
But there are no chairs anywhere around.
In a rain shower you were found.
You couldn't listen to sound.
Your feet and hands were tied and bound.
Downtown is a hundred miles away.
You having everything to say.
Your radios' play to pay.
In the dead of Winter's day.
But what you listen to is what you speak.
As you begin a new week.
You will gain what you seek.
It all makes you stop to think.
Share a rose glass of wine with me.
And try to listen as people see.
Join in the peppermint hot tea ecstasy.
Your friend-Jon Billet
Revised 11.21.2015
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