Pop Friends

Johnny Johnny, lend me your hair
I do believe they stare at your hair
Your coat would do as well…
And there’s Petrouchka, in my dreams
Not very trusting, it doesn’t seem
I know just how she feels…
Hey Debbie Ann, from Miami
I think you’ve got the doubly whammy
But your face will make you free
Your face will make you free
And all my other wall bound faces
Live in my room, their place is Where I keep my half-tone friends
Trapped on a page.