A man in white remaining in a back street way,
Just barely went out, not seen the light of day.
Searching for a spot to go and have a decent time,
Simply needing to sing and move, is that such a wrongdoing?
He discovers an entryway, yet its dark inside,
This spot is the place rats and arachnids stow away.
He enters the spot, the entryway close tight.
It's loaded with hoodlums who bet to win,
He arrives at for his pocket, they snatch their firearms,
He flips a coin through the air, the viewing swarm he paralyzes.
It arrives in the jukebox, an immaculate toss,
Moving and singing his route through the swarm,
Annie would you say you are alright? It is safe to say that you are alright Annie?
Over to the pool table, two hoodlums delight in an amusement,
One twists down with his prompt and trains in on.
Our criminal gets it and pulverizes it up.
The criminal's not glad, up stairs he gives pursue.
He proceeds to a gallery, with ladies it is lined.
A man turns out with an enormous blade, in the same way as the blade of a wear.
The young ladies begin to frenzy and he stays rational,
He strolls down a few stairs to the primary floor,
The melody goes to a peak, he starts to turn,
Two young men one young lady, viewing with merriment,
Needing to be similar to him, needing to be free.
He closes the twist a couple of individuals scramble,
As the glass above them begins to break.
Blue light surges the room,
Bizarre commotions now of fate and agony.
Annies name returns, we can just inquire as to why,
Annie are you alright is the boisterous holler.
The beat returns and they move true mean,
He winks, tilts his cap and they all begin to incline.
A couple of more steps and their move is carried out,
He exits the entryway, his vicinity wasn't insignificant
Photo by: Meshil Studio
