My sister, my spouse are you comfortable with these words? To me, they still seem to jingle like the pair of a badman’s spurs
My sister, my spouse you’re burning at both ends I said, “Is there a fire on the mountain?” You replied, “Well, that all depends.”
You know, our parents’ heroes are all movie actors Necks tilted up to the angel of light I can admit to the same allure
They say movies deal with archetypes You know, I’ll try on any mask Brother, Son, Husband A separate face for separate tasks
Death-card, Scorpio, Little devil Villain is obviously most fun Singer, Poet, Publicman Well, easier said than done
Do-nothing, Roop-scoop, Mooch Hell, I can take it Loyal friend and confidant Honey, I could never fake it
“My sister, my spouse”: Rules of engagement! We’ve been working so hard We need a change, I can take a hint
Write down on these tears of newspaper words you would like to see disappear Let ash fly above the rusty stovetop I’m going to start with the word “sincere”