Michael McGuire Mars De Milo
MARS DE MILO
she just plays the diagnosed victim,he just plays nobodies
fool,so proud of the way she tricked him,so proud of his
stage fright tool
it's a match made in hell,it's the love that just has to
be,it's a secret she can't wait to tell,it's a light that
only she can see
hell denies what heaven knows,dress the wound in brand new
clothes
he just pretends to understand,all he is is all he can,he is
just her idea of a man,a friday night f*** and a wedding
band,opposites love to attract,make a theory of the fact,she
needs more than the little lacked,in her mind his bags are
packed
all that could be more absurd,is left to the time clock of
reason,and every breath that forms a word,is weighed against
the bulk of treason
the study of his only wish,a thousand dinners of his
favorite dish,be the ocean to catch the fish,read the lips
of his kiss
love that arouses a talk show host,the husband father and
lovers ghost
when you wish upon a star,make sure it's not the headlight
of a car,if you go nowhere and that's to far,just average
your disgust to find your par,want it bad enough and any lie
is true,make an old world order spin like a new,make a
family value a devils due,make a seeing eye dog your point
of view
she dug up her chance out of this risk,she don't want soul
searching just someone to frisk,she just loves to fill his
stomach between her legs,he's the chicken that lays the
golden eggs
she just turns her discontent into a shopping spree,turns
the writing on the wall into a spelling bee,she just learns
to love a real good fight,she just learns to cry herself to
sleep at night.
dec96
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