Until the Fat Lady Sings

I'm naked underneath these clothes I wear I'm cold and in need of a blanket I walked down the street to where I was grown saw the Mickey Mouse Rock & Louisa May Alcott stone I stood on the porch where once I smoked some grass reflected on my past at a clear glance the pillow where I masturbated with sex is not love its a lie from Satan mother making breakfast frying the bacon listening to Steve Miller & I was late for dinner little frogs little girls with hairs in curls making forts in the woods poison ivy up to no good Beer caps the trace of Goldi Locks ice cream man while working on my tan little voices with brand new choices the bargain basement blues not to mention Huey Lewis & The News standing tall at the mall with beer can in hand by the graveyard stop at G-Fox stuck elevator making out with my girl hearts unfurled the struggle of the heart acne and those hair cut blues shaped through my dreams my pretty child choose the day the night is far too spent throwing an M-80 under a garbage can hood up to no good little pizzas the Yankees watching little House On The Prairie high school dances with new romances flirting with fire gym shorts squirt of cum on the side wanted to run away to hide the hallways the door bell rings someone holding my wedding ring cold pizza on Saturdays blues got a brand new pair of shoes cold hearts that bleed he was caring for my every need one heart to cling the fat lady sings