Gypsum

I don’t get that much time alone these days but I’m not complaining. She’s at the gym she says but who can say for sure; you know how they are; But this isn’t about her it’s about me and I miss my little ditties. Like the guy from Nantucket and the old man from bras; While the iron maidens boyfriend picks at the hasp. The young girls with dresses that they lift from the floor; Having sex with the bad man and screaming for more. Jill, she took jack; to a place on the hill; But he couldn’t have her; because she ran out of pills. Dylan and Guthrie; looking for jobs; And the girls with their chap stick; all drunken on grog. I could go on but what does it matter; It’s all just some gypsum; apparently splattered. So I’ll loan you these two packs; if you’ll pay me five; And tomorrow it’s coffee and listening to jive. .