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?