Her independence deferred
History wipe, silenced in denial
Component of family unit secure
Current form stands as emblem
Entirety kindly quiet unheard
Cleansed of horror occured
Corpses buried won't stand trial
Heinous parade she could endure
Hosts pretense without problem
Outline dent, identity blurred
Safe matriarch role preferred
Sedating sandarac sent via smile
Dizzying aphrodisiac calamine cure
Disarming smooth cabochon gem
Exhibits traits 1950's referred
Dissolved scrag, unburdened
Drama curtains pull closing titles
Screenplay prosperity props are pure
Scripted mid century holds them
Outcast character murdered
Eleventh of New Year Era
let stay home
and get it on
like old goat
lets rock the boat
do it slow
there no place to go
the wind is blowing
its our clover
BABY TURN OVER ITS SNOWING
I want your obedience
I want your trust
I want your time
I want your investment
I want your knowledge
I want your regrets
I want your love
I want your tears
I want your frets
I want your fears
I want your keep
I want your finds
I want your insight
I want your deeds
Know
Have you ever had one of those days,
When nothing goes your way?
And the night is long with noises
Please don't tell my wife what I'm about to say
You see my wife snores
More than anyone I know
She even shakes the bed at night
Like a herd of buffalo
Sometimes the people next door
Will even call and complain
They say they just can't stand it anymore
And it's driving them insane
I've tried everything I know
But all I do is fail
She even registers a 4.0
On the earthquake richter scale
One night I even tried duct tape
And wondered what would happen
She just laid there and kept on snoring
'Til the duct tape started flappin'
I even tried some super glue
On her lips to make them close
Until I heard that horrible noise
Like a trumpet got stuck in her nose
Well, I guess I'll always love her
And learn to live with this curse
I'm just glad it's not the other end
'Cause the smell would make it even worse
Like a rollercoaster i've been up and down
but my heart stoped beating
I felt like a clown
back to the top i found what I've lost
noone else know the feeling
not even the cost
those who are real never left my side
with pride running through my eyes
droping like rain, helps my head to rise
my mind don't forget the pain.
And im back to life
When I turn over
And you’re not there
I hate the thought of it
You and me
Separate tonight
I search for your scent
But I’ve washed it away
Tossing and turning
While looking for your hold
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