By the guppy
Date: 4 January 2001
polluted silence
dowry's paid
the bed's all made
it's where i have to sleep
paupers place
bets on the race
that's taking place inside the keep
it's candlelight confessions
(dig into your own)
five cent romance novelties
(novels all are overblown)
pull back on the jawstring
hold a tooth up to the wind
the pot-o-gold...
the diamond dusted rusted roots of evil twins
she's just like me, with breasts you see
she's simple, but sublime
she always calls on tuesdays
if she has the time
she's not like me at all, you see
she's complex, but subdued
she always calls on tuesdays
she's afraid of being rude
(she's afraid of being devoured)
(i'm afraid of being food)
dice are cast
(mice at half-mast chewing at the flag)
mold is poured
(but i adore her)
(that wicked evil hag)
she's divine, except for fillings
i'm fine, except for empty
she promised to call tuesday
i'll answer if she lets me
(i'll be pissed if she forgets me)
(it's her loss if she forgets me)
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