OH HONEY, LOOK AT THE PRETTY PINK HOUSE ON THE ****ING CORNER
Is it all about two promises and two hearts set upon the same goal,
or is it more about two beings sharing the same soul?
Is it more about the places they go and the people they meet,
then wondering if a wife cries at night because her mate’s been indiscreet?
I mean take for instance backyard barbeques with Bill, Betty and cute little Billy,
after all, when cogently taken in with forthrightness isn’t it all rather quite silly?
Not today I can’t honey, remember I’ve a dinner date with that client from Argentina
But don’t say a word to the neighbors regarding what you know about Marge and Tina
Oh you mean those two sassy blondes with matching pony tails and pink rubber bands
Listen, you stupid old b*tch, don’t you get it……. that they do more than just hold hands
Well my dear, but we don’t talk of things like that in this glorious neighborhood
Yeah, well shove this someplace where it won’t do nobody a damned bit of good
So is it about vows lovers kept vying with promises one never meant,
or is about the spirit of sprites two lovers one springtime were sent?
Is it about nurturing, patience, tolerance, and finding favor with good
Or is it about a shallow existence in the above mentioned mother-f*cking neighborhood© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~