damn! so many cons my direction
hurt me so to see your collection
and then to top the whole thing off
I got sick, developed a bad cough

(okay, so I don't have a built-in lie detector)

seems you bought the marker then
the big slab of granite just for when
I turned toes up, shut up, gave up
ain't gonna happen, refilled my cup

(trying to dream away the babe collector)

put a sprinkle of concrete, water, plan
to find something better in a real man
a little bit of color, no more pale smirks
lots of big parts, and everything works

(as if dreaming and plans could fix things)

you play with those plaster Ms. Astors
flakey, painted, expensive disasters...
give some time for my castings to set
one touch of Venus...I'll forget we met!

(in dreams, until the morning alarm rings)

© 2007 Maggie Mink aka Rennie Lorca