Move me,

Like a giant rock .

Try.

Keep me posted on your progress.

Gibraltar calls.

I have no use.

The parties invite.

Commerce promises its boons.

Nooses,

Nuisance,

And nonsense.

I am the rock.

I have everything I need

And a good book or three.

I’ll see you after summer’s gone,

When you drive your boat past me,

Searching again 

For the long lost colony of Atlantis.

When you drive your boat past me,

Me and my twin pillar of Hercules,

I’ll only pull my reading glasses down to see you go,

Then I’ll push them back up on my nose

And keep on reading.

And as you’re  speeding by,

I’ll keep my eye on you,

But you and your fancy boat will never move me.

No, you and a fancy thousand million boats

Will never move me.

-jenn