music poem

Put your MP3 player on shuffle,
and write down the first line of the first twenty songs.
Post the poem that results.
The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.

Quaker toil and Texan oil

Your organic medical talk propels off my arms.
After one long season of waiting,
Oh, my land is a wild goose.

There was a woman in the Bible days,
As a mutual friend it was difficult to pretend that I was anything less than concerned.
For a change, she got out before he hurt her bad.

I wish I could live free.
Now the corporations stopped -
Education is their business.

Fingers reaching,
She's a jar with a heavy lid.
Sitting in a park in Paris, France
She helped me remove the bullet
from my leg.
She is benediction.

Before being a man
You can tuck it on the inside.
So play me some mountain music -
We're taking over.

Looking at your watch a third time,
I am still living with your ghost.


Bahahaha. Don't know what the plot of this would be. I think I'm an international fugitive on the run from the police, though.