“Florida Project Poem”
Soggy Summer Bobby, It’s a soggy summer, Bobby
he’s good and he’s looking out for them
she’s selling perfume for the rent, not the money
Dry Days Bobby, Days can be dry out there, Bobby
Small ones haven’t seen dry until they set the fire
Red fire Pink sky, bad feeling
I have a bad feeling about this one, Bobby
They’re growing apart, she’s ready to move on
It’s not her fault Bobby, she never learned, Bobby
the Soggy is leaving and change is coming
There’s nothing we can do for her if not the world will
Dry Days Bobby, They’ve got dry days coming, Bobby