Poem about my wife? no. My turntables. I cracked them open today after almost a year of their absence. Not practicing for a year really shows........ Time to get back on the horse though, I guess. It's gonna be a rough ride
My Sleeping Beauty
I awoke my sleeping beauty
My pharaoh queen from her sarcophagus
But she woke with such a temper
I wondered if I could take her back
She's everything I want
But a wicked mistress is she
She twists my heart in pleasure
As much as she twists it in grief
Can I live without her?
I guess I'll never know
Because I've already sold myself
And serve her forever more.
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