Howie Good
Writer’s Block
Inside my head,
there is a great silence,
a refrigerated,
cellophane-wrapped
rose.
Howie Good was born like this, he had no choice,
he was born with the gift of a golden voice.
Inside my head,
there is a great silence,
a refrigerated,
cellophane-wrapped
rose.
Howie Good was born like this, he had no choice,
he was born with the gift of a golden voice.