Tuesday, May 12, 2009


(to the tune Ben)

Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With John Locke to be your guide
You'll have no place to hide
And you, you psycho you will see
On this island you're not free

Ben, you're always slaying here and there
You feel you're wanted everywhere
If you see that your old spine
Is something you can't find
There's something you should know
Locke tells you where to go

Ben, most people should just run and flee
Your expression frightens easily
The others raised you as their own
Now you find you're all alone
Cept Lock, a dead man who's your friend
Now you'll mind him, won't you Ben?

(photo ©ABC)
©2009 Warren Baker

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