Arthurs Moon

Fell out of a limousine Drunk out of mind Spoiled Filthy rich Child In time He loved All his toys Then a woman Showed him other joys Sweet, just close your eyes On champagne dreams Wearing butlers shined black laced shoes Away they went From here to the moon In love, their passion heaven sent Taking the train ride of ones life Bubble baths, there is no more strife Pleasures surround you everywhere Magical is the feeling of loves truthful desires Falling in, like two young doves New York City bombed Devastation lingers in the air No more love stories Only dead widows and widowers As infants tears fall on rainy graves Now I, Arthur Alone Cringe Staring out my window