MAD MEN. By
Nelson M. Kilonzo
Mad men, mad men…
With hearts as clean as the maiden
In the day of her laying
With their hearts not bending.
With their hands begging
And with their smiles loving.
Like mad men in the streets
Mad men will stroll
With their phones in scrolls
Doing all not to foul
Of their love’s souls.
In the cold they park
Even when their hopes are dark
Their every move they mark
Doing all that for luck.
Eying their dove’s
love.
Just until they have it
They do all to have it
Feeling good when they have it
Doing all to love it
And all girls love it
And smile all way to their hearts.
For the love of the mad men.
