lullaby in my room
Posted to Poetry
by barstool on 2002-03-20 17:52:00
walk into the street from my room
two young lovers on a sunny afternoon
playin with each others hair.
"what do i love?"
how dare i declare?
tub of whipped cream
or some vaseline
"keep the pocelain clean,
its all that she can see."
i mean,
thoughts spin around my head,
around and around
until i feel like im dead.
im mad,
where do such folks go after they die?
up in the sky
with a marmalade pie,
and i,
dont know if im gonna live or die.
but by this time tomorrow will it even matter?
no matter,
i'd rather have her,
and lose a friend to keep me away from the gin,
its a sin,
to say that im alone,
thats when im walking home, a bride without a groom.
walk into the street from my room
two young lovers on a sunny afternoon
playin with each others hair.
