You Had Better Fix That Crucifix
YOU HAD BETTER FIX THAT CRUCIFIX
I’m sitting in McDonald’s at a tiny table all alone
Just staring at an inanimate and silent cell phone
I ordered a coke and two fries in case she shows up and that’s something she may need
Any more food than that would be the epitome of greed
It’s not often I can partake or rest in a restaurant with five stars
I figure the b**ch will try me on the phone in far too many bars
so I know with surety it probably will not ring
Because both of us have heard repeatedly the same old thing
As crowds pass by men swear she’s starshine incarnate
As cloistered and cloudy day women glare at her with hate
And that only describes half of her charm in and outside my lover
Yet when she sees an upside crucifix in my eyes she’s learned to run for cover
A bushel of bartenders know her by name and by her beautiful face
Behind my back these traitors would call her to drive me home just in case
It seems the law frowns on people driving twice the legal limit in every state
And for me temptation, torture and treachery shall never abate
My lover is a kind and accepting emergency room nurse
Yet all day long she thinks I am her caustic curse
She feeds me and gives me a roof over my head
I share her couch, her divan and especially her bed
Out of the ether I saw a fog and then some beauty oiled forth
It was my lover telling me I should stay down here and she’s headed up north
I suppose it’s better she and I split rather than living two separate lies
But s**t, I wouldn’t have wasted money on ordering two sides of fries
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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