Besedila: Jam. POP ART POEM.

Kid walks down the street
Bumps into emptiness
Pow

Kid looks at the sky, looks at his watch
Decides to go home
Zap

Kid spies pretty girl, walks up to her
Kisses her on the mouth
Where else?

And all day long I was thinking
I was thinking this, that and the other
And when, so am I

I made this up as I went along
It's good innit?