I just read this. So I wrote this
awesome awful average? come on give me average poem.
It's my site, I do what I want.
It is coming and it is loud.
It is strong and it is proud.
It is coming, it has vowed.
It is not a call that can be dropped.
More like a train that will not be stopped.
Or a bubble that just won't pop.
Like a tornado, throwing things around.
Like an earthquake, tearing up the ground.
He is both and he is none.
He's like a hurricane that makes you run.
He is your hopes and your dreams.
Your tears and your screams.
You love him, but he don't love you too.
It doesn't matter because he'll make your dreams come true.
He'll be back soon in a limited role,
but the whole he will fill,
Could fill my soul.
Rickie's on his way so you better get ready.
Weeks is coming back, it's time to rock steady?
"Steady rockin' all night long"?
That is a song by the Whispers,
But Rickie Weeks won't be quiet.
His return is much more likely to cause a riot.
In my pants.