#Poetry #Poem
NEW ORLEANS
by Bill Kochman
12-07-2016
Well I really am so sorry,
I have to give you the news,
Saints don’t go marching in,
Playing New Orleans blues.
That city is just so wicked,
Black magic all around I see,
Everyone has their mojo bag,
They say it makes them lucky.
Sexual deviance is rampant,
It is really beyond the pale,
Nothing heavenly about it,
It is more just like Hell.
