By The Guppy kingsaladmonkey@hotmail.com
Date: 4 September 1999

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for a heart with feet life is obscure
some witches offer pedicures
some angels simply sit back
kick back
cool down the concrete track
and wait for a walking man
to annoint the scars left on their backs
cooling is the greatest gift
a lifeline dropped into the rift
the world's weight displaced with love
can make it easier to lift
and you, my love
like a forklift driver for my heart
i never really thanked you much
never really knew where to start
so, you can just take it as you want it
just know i'm here
life it seems
can be broken down to broken dreams
and cloudy days with linings cashed in
so many damn unanswered questions
then there's the flipside
where i'll meet you when you're done with work
where we always love to go
to take away each other's hurt
and just sit back
kick back
and cool down the heart attacks
that take up so much worry
did i ever say i'm sorry?
some people think that love is meant for superstars
with good looks, money, lingerie, breast implants, and fancy cars
it just makes me think back
to when neither of us had a dime
and the smiles we shared
were never once objectified
i've been there, baby
not like i will ever forget it
and i'm hoping someday maybe
it will come back if i let it
seems that the healing process sure does take it's time
i've got some grudges pending with little jack horner
wish he'd thumb himself a ride
and let me hang out in his corner
after all, it was my pastry that he stole
she was young and wounded
he was in complete control
i bought her a bridge in new york
he collected all the tolls
saved them up, bought a house
with few corners to spare
made damn sure to lock me out
when i found out she had moved there
but, "the time has come", john lennon said
"to get out of this place"
and horny boy won't be so cocky
when that pie's thrown in his face
and you
you knew
you didn't know what to do
you shook your head and smiled at me
chartered a boat for the caspian sea
broke out the oars and unfurled the sails
dropped me a line over corked-bottle mail
told me you missed me, told me you cared
told me that deep down you just weren't prepared
well, babe, i'm not a fan of teary foaming water
i'd just tell you to go, but you already did
so, what i'm thinking doesn't matter
anyway
curds and whey
another spider for another day
seems this boy blue kinda lost his horn
guess it happened when i found out bo peep
gave up the pasture for a life of porn
it kinda sickens me, but i'll get by
hard to watch when all the good things seem to die
hello baby?
you still listening?