Langston Hughes type writingishnotreally
Fourth of july
All their feet
stomp clap stomp
He carried a radio on his back
he carried a radio on his back
He carried a radio on his back that..
boom buzz boom snap pop slip
They didn’t look in the water
whoosh whop
They didn’t look
They didn’t see
She was in the water
her hair stripped
she was stressing for the air that was pushing her away
whoosh wop clap stomp
She blended in with the water they said
I said, she blended you saw her blending
wop clap stop pop pop pop
the celebration raged on and on and on and I’ve never seen a stampede like that
rushing to fire cracking
fire burning
lights in the sky
clap stomp bam clap stomp bam
Detering all her pleas
she shivered
still blending into the water
with the bluesy sound
erupting from his box he carried on his shoulder
he carried on his shoulders
he carried on his shoulders
he carried the radio on his shoulders
boom boom pop slap
snap pop snap pop clap
he carried it on his shoulders
she blended
slowly
into the water
