GLOCKS

In the ghetto,

Feelings shake inward,

The tunnels of love creep through the river,

Smashing grapes down on the vineyard,

Gold furs meek the white zinfandel,

Laced in the body attack,

Music chambers the castle,

Geek locking the S43 pack,

Serenading atop the roof,

Descending from the falls,

Marbling on the floor of the castle,

The cold feet trembles the thaws,

Exactly how is this change sufficient,

In the trunk of her slumber,

Rolls in deep pockets,

Addressing the come up.