What good is there to carry one?
She lives rent-free wherever you go
Any ironed out issues, or just a
Laundry list from weeks past
No socks full of understanding
Namely misplaced trusts
Few mint paste for clean tooth
Or broad brush your mean truth
Sweater to keep warm or
To sweat the petty hearts
Is it packed full of tender tales
That bid us joy or pleasure to annoy
Do you still weigh for sympathy
Or out the door with apathy
Fits of wits has gone the pathetic nit
Filled with gravel to help unravel
For all one sees has lost its zest
Who can lie in some vulture's nest
So check-out from the wheeling box
Ask who you'll be without the tests
Nothing like the miles of distance
She can travel in smiles to unpack
Your whole ****** existence!