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Amuse
- You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants
- On a mission for twin additions, your destination, love's intimate fruition
- Distance and friction, never mentioned when it meant your blessed trips son
- Even though Her inconsistent intuitions made your missing dinner
- something you winced at, but when she winks at you, and hints a candle's lit for two
- You kiss that amethyst, and bet it's getting no better than this,
- You could strike lottery, with a hammer harder than metal pottery
- It still wouldn't compare to laughing heartily in ghetto poverty
- Together nobody, but total harmony between her heart and thee
- She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege
- Anybody who is cause or reason for her sobs and weeps
- Now let us start to preach, with a tale to scar you deep
- So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees
- while she bawls to sleep, so now let this art beseech, I'll call it as I see
- First of all your hated boss laid you off, paid you naught,
- Plain ignored, gave your cost as a raise to all, hay was made, face and jaw
- Then you got to pacing off the place seething, to the racy bar you'd since fre quent
- even with stories that teach men not to freak with these senoritas with sleeves of sequins
- And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants
- Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys
- and your car they leave, in the darkest street, and flee then, while you sleeping,
- defeated, beaten by these demons In a bottle
- swallowed when you wallow in the sorrow of tomorrow
- now, you're nauseous and dormant anger now monstrous,
- you lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with
- When she endeavoured to lift your spirits, madness followed quick,
- Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel
- That cost her life when she spotted quartz, blurred lights,
- crossing towards the worst side of the ford termed 'night mare'
- Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,
- At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole
- That's all, we hope you've known, hope you've grown let the music flow, amusing, no?
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