Come. And be my baby.

The highway is full of big fast cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of evey kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

-Maya Angelou

so it's national poetry month here and I figured I'd post some of my favorites during the month.