In Perils of Beauty

He walked, he danced His shadow played the deck She talked him to his wallet And out of his pants Like whiskey Her lips, liquored up his thoughts With a lisp She whispered finally found Portland had a mime No one seemed to understand Care to doubt or bother to mind That Portland had a mime Yes Portland had a mime Her art was a distinguished lust He was a character in this film of love His mother taught and warned of such His father smirked and enjoyed it much Portland had a mime No one seemed to understand Care to doubt or bother to mind That Portland had a mime Yes Portland had a mime Jessalyn was Portland’s finest mime She acted, frowned and smiled Called it life once or twice Charlie was a boy young and full of awe She kissed his hands He dug his grave Charlie died a man