It's boring sometimes. I sit on my porch.
Play with my watch. Find its a torch.
And that my lighter is also my gun.
But that's all there is to do here for fun.
Met an old guy. Calls himself "R".
In the same boat. Not going far.
Full of ideas we still cannot use.
Bursting with jazz, but playing the blues.
Been waiting around for several years.
Loading my weapons. Revving my gears.
Trying on suits. Learning to spar.
Will somebody out there please blow up his car?