Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Sweet as the punch






Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely
Someone calls on me
And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse
And curse those faults in me




And then along comes Mary
And does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chick
And give me pick of memories
Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations
No one ever sees






When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch




When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks
Whose sickness is the games they play
And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes
As who is most to blame today






And then along comes Mary
And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality
From where she got her name




And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers
Will make them not the same




When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch




And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed
And flaccid kids are flung across the stars






The psychodramas and the traumas gone
The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars




And then along comes Mary




And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains
She left the night before






Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them
Realize their urgent cry for sight no more




When we met I was sure out to lunch
Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch




Sweet as the punch




Sweet as the punch




Sweet as the punch









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