FAWM 2011.

My brother said I was a pest
That hot mid-summer day
But he had the music
And it needed to be played

So when he finally took off that July night
In his 63 Camaro
I gingerly took the Beatles out
Face my punishment tomorrow

The summer of ’65
And a tinny record player
Trees swayin, and so was I
As I watched his tail lights fadin’

It was like a secret agent’s life
As I nervously peered through the curtain
Watchin’ for those familiar tell-tale lights
But the songs made the intrigue worth it

I doubt he even knows today
The road he sent me onward
He’d probably, certainly rue the day
Cuz now I’m even more of a bother

Me, with my stupid ditties
Sorry, bro, nobody knew
That you started me down this wayward path
Cuz I snuck into your room

So I guess a lot of year’s gone by
I still say it’s all your fault
That I’m stuck playin’ this bad guitar
Be careful what you’ve wrought

Let that be a lesson
Careful what you’ve wrought

© Michelle Anderson 02-11-11