Not all of us are going to heaven
The news starts at eleven
Not all of us can be angels
Some have hearts clamped with staples
Not everyone gets the happy ending
Some of us are sick of pretending
That’s what it is!
What it is –
Straight/no chasers
Stop looking for replacements
Nothing can sew up these holes
They’re fatter than all your rolls
So, fix your place with candles and paintings
Soft music and wine
You’ll be waiting a long time