another boring rhyming poem....

A girl I know
a fantasy
says she's someone
just like me,
In the vapor
in the mist
near the top
of the list,
Folks one knows
folks one likes
strong as the pre-Katrina
dikes,

Then the Big One
hits the city
we saw it coming
what a pity,
A little planning
and we'd be dry
we watch the stars
up in the sky,
Dream our dreams
plot our escape
stock up with
beer, duct tape,

Pop a cold one
drink it down
load the car
head out of town,
Singing with
the radio
Me and Bobby
Mcgee, you know,