In America You're either rich or ****** Or privileged enough To be ****** by the rich Medical bills Car insurance Groceries Utilities Student loans ******* that nobody can afford Yet everybody pays for Because this is America And we need to have it all In America I'm ****** Because I'm not a millionaire And that's the kind of salary you need In order to survive
I miss already the person I thought you were. Though we carry on much as we have been doing We lack the gentleness, the keenness to defer, As if each day our fading Love needs proving.
We live an anti-life which has no antidote, We keep each other busy with a gentle grace. We lay in bed together silent and remote, Dreading those breakfast conversations face to face.
I wish so so much the person I know you are Could just be angry and not play the hypocrite. It's been two days now since I farted in the car And the vicar in the back had a laughing fit.
Many things in Marriage are better out than in More importantly we just keep on giggling..
Believe it or not I started this out as a gloomy Sonnet exercise ... you know, 14 lines but with a 12 beat line etc etc. Well, my poetry and Life, and Marriage too for that matter isn't like that. You've gotta laugh!