You and me,
Together at last,
Trying again just to get our hearts past,
All the lies and all the deception,
All the pictures of d**h
And the so-called lovin' intentions...
If I count to ten, would it feel any better
If I held your soul in moonshadowed fetters?
Buying Bobbie Brooke's skirts and sweaters,
And going to the movies,
With our fired up corruption?
And so our children,
Brought up while we k**ed him
And most of all, saviore faire delusions,
"...got no rockstar, movie star, famous illusions...!"
But if it all comes down the pike,
Sweet arteest of l.u.v., Reisa,
Ill "take a hike..."!
Written 4 sure 4 my sister Judy