Many days I wake up
And look over to my side
Expecting to see my lovely bride
It’s an odd thing
Like as if I lost a limb but still felt it was attached to my body which is, sort of grim
I’m saddened when I realize there’s no one lying next to me
That I remain single
But then I remember that I’m single
And that opportunity still awaits
Just as long as I don’t seek it out
Discovering my destiny
Without doubt
And with the love I have to share

Steeped in chores
Throughout the day
Mustn’t there be
Another way
She worked and worked
For little pay
There must be
Some mistake
Laundry, iron,
Wipe, and spray
It doesn’t leave
Much time to play
Scrub, and mop,
And sweep the bay
The whole **** house
Is in disarray

She had big dreams
To be on stage
As an actress
Who’d be all the rage
With a dressing room
In which to change
But her hopes and dreams
Got washed away
If she had had the right words to say
She wouldn’t be
where she is today
Washing, cleaning
As an oppressed maid

‪From zero to infinity ‬
‪Up on my pc screen‬
‪Could it be the matrix ‬
‪Or a psychedelic dream‬
‪Either way you see it‬
‪The numbers don’t add up‬
‪We might have had a solution‬
‪If the coders weren’t corrupt‬
‪To solve the mass equation ‬
‪The predicament at hand‬
‪Forget about the numbers ‬
‪It’s simply supply and demand‬

‪Buildings, count them, one by one ‬
‪Down the narrow streets ‬
‪A vast array of colors ‬
‪On the façade of the concrete ‬

‪Independent structures ‬
‪A motley of abodes ‬
‪Close to one another ‬
‪But decently exposed ‬

‪All the roofs and windows ‬
‪All the chimneys and the doors‬
‪All built by men in dungarees ‬
‪Like the men who came before