Of Spirits, Saints and Spittoons

ON SPIRITS, SAINTS AND SPITTOONS If you want to love me but find yourself unable If that is buried deep within you about me First of all don’t put a setting for me at the table And for Christ’s sake, just take back the key This whole palace is your’s and your’s alone Bedrooms with pink sheets wAND a comforter to match And when I’m gone and you know it’s me don’t pick up the phone Lock the windows, lock the door, and double check the latch I see love in your eyes but surrender in your voice It seems you’ve succumbed to a wish you hold in your heart I must admit, knowing myself as I do you are given very little choice Just make certain to do all the things you need to do whenever I depart I’m a spirit of spittoons and a Saint of outhouses and such While you’ve two cars, one you don’t drive, and are oh so very rich I remember the first time you said ‘I need your gentle touch’ But now I can opine that you’re father’s a coward because he takes bulls**t from your mother, the bi**h © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~