Smart cats. Chicken fat.
Black boots. ’talian roots.
Destiny went & blocked my ride.
Blue cars. Candy bars.
Orange Socks. Throwin’ rocks.
Providence chose to pick a side.
Ask that guy, over there, with the short peppered-hair,
If he has the di-rec-tions to find Love’s next con-nection.
“Dear John.” Black Swans.
Narrow roads. Lawns mowed.
“Sorry that your Dad just died.”
Bad grades. Razor blades.
Missed parts. Broken hearts.
Guess you’ll run away & hide.
Looks like I’m lost: Should’ve “crissed,” not’ve “crossed.”
Now I’m making a U-turn, based on all that I’ve just learned.
Cute kids. Katydids.
Deadlines. Orange rinds.
Waxin’ on a big tall slide.
Dead dreams. Sun-beams.
Wide right. “Outta sight!”
“Go ahead & kiss the Bride.”
It’s all been a side-show, with two drums & a banjo,
As I tap-dance so uncertain & my family drops the curtain.
Overweight. Interest rates.
Lost homes. Garden gnomes.
Everything that makes me cry.
Fallin’ down. Lost crown.
Broken hips. Dry lips.
Sorry that I ever lied.
Ask that guy, over there, in the white sugared-chair,
For his posh “chic” confections that help coat imperfections.
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