The Total Crux
When someone makes like they don't know,
Where she told you to go-
And you spend your days, in a misty haze
Of purple, blue, and black,
Supposedly, she let you in on a little thing of
Buck-
But, mama, don't you see
How long you've lied to me-
And that is the total crux!
So you "spin your wheels" on down to me-
You paint the teal and the cobalt,
And if we ever catch, those pretty little gents,
We'll paint them magenta
And a little bit of buck-----"it's just that"-----
.....and when the time was right......
Reisa L. Gerber