I love the poems. the rhymes
I love the wine, the wind chimes
And the laughter and the nostalgia
But excuse me,get out.
You have the nerves, the balls
You inundate me with words, calls
and your cajoling and coaxing
But excuse me,get out.
You're good but you know it
You're selfish and show it
You're reasonably weak, considerably meek
So excuse me, get out.
It's a Pretty world
Pretty cruel, Pretty mean
You'll be beaten and won't feel it
You'll pass by unseen.
It's a Pretty world
Pretty shallow, Pretty hollow
You'll cave in and think you're on top
Finally you'll be solo
It's a Pretty world
Pretty uncool, Pretty tacky
You'll realize just a bit too late
That everything is so hackneyed.
I am at the party
And then it happens
The question is asked
The answer is quick
Apt, Clever, Smile-evoking
Till I go home
And when i wash my face
It hits me
I should have said this instead of that
I should have, I should have
Damn! I should have
But then, the moment has passed
So has the line from my lips
And no matter how much I ponder
It's still an after-thought.
