Broken mood-rings on your bedside table
Cat tracks on your porcelain plates, black side up
Sunny eggs, eat 'em cold, fried green tomatoes
Sometimes waking up blows, hard, grass in the yard
Do the bugs feel it when you run the lawnmower?
Self conscious shell shock, trauma from swung padlocks
A cluster of lovelocks, held loosely
A bouquet of broke tooth smiles, grin back, be choosy
Holding each others lives loosely, why give a ****
Being picked up and slammed by the tides of tears, refugee fears
Just another proletariat in a shuffleboard life
Grief and strife, a taste of all these bitter things we seek
How much weight do you lose being a corpse for a week?
Silver, sleek, something turning in the hands of the meek
Like a knife or olive leaf, I'm not one to critique, just let me speak
Please, just for once