"Spenca Moor"
“Spenca Moor”
Spenca Moor spends his time
driving his Coupe De Ville
trying to forget about
the monsters on the hill
happenstance and best laid plans
can’t make his heart be still
the close of night finds Spenca Moor
underneath his bed
trying to escape the creatures
whispering in his head
he rides all day
nights he haunts
the dark and dreary streets
trying hard to drive away
the sickness of his needs
it seems that Ol’ Spenca Moor
wishes he were dead
anything to change the oils that
lubricate his head
there’s no escape from sick sad plans
deep within his mind
hoping the obsessions hidden
inside his obtuse pride
will stay inside
won't tell the world
things better left unsaid
Spenca Moor spends his time
inside his Coupe De Ville
trying not to look to hard
at the monsters on the hill.
© Sam Hyde
05-24-02
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