girls never write stories
with boys with green eyes,
they're always blue,
and Columbian-next-to-Spanish
dark haired for a feminine mystique,
never green-eyed, always blue...
never blonde, always a brunette....
while i get gritty thinking of a
white scot (compare with a white russian),
when i worked the night club getting
abused by a homosexual, cleaning the toilets,
so i could buy a mandolin and play
under your window rod steward's maggie may's
mandolin piece... which i did....
but with a **** worth more than a million
wages you barricaded against me,
and sold it to the next eager punter / ***** hair nibbler.
i was so distraught i eventually went into a music
shop, asked for a 2nd pricing of the mandolin (£5),
bought a £600 guitar straight with direct debit...
left the mandolin on the counter, never
taking any money for it... like i didn't for idealising
a love for you.