like sugar and spice in separate jars
opposite but complementary, neatly-packed
and labelled on Mother's clean shelves
sweet and cloying like sunsweet sugar
tangy and exotic like the spices of yore
that launched hapless ships into stormy waters
that's what this thing called life is like
often  a dream to live and revel in, but also
a nightmare of garish detail in relief
fouled by the ghoulish glee of decadence
and the things that we do to pander to our tastes!

I tried consoling the universe when it heard of your woes
But instead it filled space with raging black holes
 
I tried convincing the stars to illuminate your path
But instead they dimmed, in fear of your wrath

I tried asking Saturn to bring you joy by gifting you a ring
But instead it refused, knowing that happiness to you it wouldn't bring

I tried consoling the universe when it heard of your woes
But instead we cried because for us, your love no longer grows

I can count by twos or i can count by tens
But i think we'd all be gone by then
I can brush away every strand of hair
But we find ourselves struggling for air
I can close the gap between us with a kiss
But you are still not the one I miss

I can count by twos or I can count by tens
But I'm sure you would have left again
I can beg and plead to get you back
But it's easier to have you pack
I can pinpoint the changes I should've made
But necessary attention to you I never paid

I can count by twos or I can count by tens
But I'd rather not think of the who or when
I can say something to make you believe me
But I'll never get over how my true love deceived me
I can promise to make this relationship grow
But you know I just want you to go

ｔｈｅ ｐｏｅｔ
ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｈｏｍｅｌｅｓｓ ｍａｎ
ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｎｅｒ;
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｐａｓｓｅｔｈ ｈｉｍ ｂｙ,
ｈｅ ｈａｓｔ ｍａｎｙ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ
ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ.



©ｂｒａｎｄｏｎ ｎａｇｌｅｙ
©ｌｏｎｅｓｏｍｅ. ｐｏｅｔｓ. ｐｏｅｔｒｙ