Pay to Play

a little of this self pity
it sure goes a long, long way
so, she didn’t love you back
oh man, you feel all betrayed
feeling sore and hurting
on your little feet of clay
man up dude, and let it go
and hear what Zappa say*
broken hearts are for chumps, boy
you has got to pay to play

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* paraphrasing, for your delicate ears.

A Word Apart

The space bar keeps the words apart
as if they want to fight
but if they ran together all
it wouldn’t be quite right.

A little space is what we need
for us to get along
a little time to catch our breath
correct me if I’m wrong.

So let me tell you this one thing
my lips upon your ear
let’s enjoy ourselves apart
for six months, no a year.

To this she said a decade
would hardly be enough
and gathered all her things in arm
and left in quite the huff.

I said I didn’t mean it
but she’d gone and hadn’t heard
now my space bar mocks me
at the end of every word.

Well now I’ve gone and done it
to deny it would be wrong
I went and done wrote lyrics
to a goofy country song.

Hey Joe

hey joe
where you goin’ with that
phone in your hand

hey joe
where you goin’ with that
phone in your hand

i’m goin’ out to call my old lady
it’s our anniversary
don’t you understand