I Need a Quarter O, I Am Sorry I Meant a Quart of Vodka

A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET ‘Tis the infancy of yet another day And I hear it crying for its bottle now But I know the sun is no child anyway It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right Yet wrong I may ever be I found an old mattress the other night so discomfort doesn’t bother me Today yesterday is but an artifact An ancient find to hunters of the past But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast I’m lucky enough to live with my lover She’s agreed to live free along with me And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover The umbrella is our love to be The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb Now let’s get back to the infant son and the fear of it’s adolescence Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult son’s insolence And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood © 2011.….free cee!