Her vagazzle’s flashin’ welcome, like a cheap neon sign.
Two pieces of eight, for a slice of good time.
Some call it daylight robbery, but the real crime:
When I have to pay the piper and join the poverty line.
She knows which way to bend her back,
perfect choice of cul-de-sac.
Gaspin’ close to heart attack,
don’t need the ruin but I love
Drownin’ in a sea of paradise, angels ev’rywhere,
goin’ down the third time, but if I die why should I care?
The price of sin is baked in, the cost is yet to tithe:
No use in scrimp ‘n’ savin’, spend it while you are alive.
Deep down we’re all masochistic, yearnin’ shame ‘n’ hurt
and our great and glorious leaders, with us, have hit pay dirt.
But no matter how they torture, no matter how they squeeze,
I’ll never let ’em steal her gaze when she’s down upon her knees.
©26.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman
I’ll never let them steal your gaze when you’re down upon your knees.
twice spoilt for choice cul-de-sac.
hangin’ on to ruin an’ rack.
Some call it daylight robbery, but it’d be a crime,
if I have to pay the piper and join the poverty line.