Deep in the Ground
Why is it he likes me to struggle?
When all I want is to snuggle?
Is there another choice than wonder why?
Does he really expect me to sit & cry?
And so we love so separated
Instead of hate, I feel so elated
Like a bitch let loose to run the field
Instead of shopping, I decide to yield
That way I continue to move
After freeze-frame, I’m into the groove
And No, it doesn’t mean I’m lesbian
Just pausing to appreciate friends
The yearning and burning just means you’re learning
And the desire for fire just makes it higher
So the guns not out for hire
But you may think I’m a liar
Yet, what do I care for thought?
Since in the end our bodies will rot
Oooh, lookie here, see what I bought?
Another thing-a-ma-jig from the lot!
So plentiful are these treasures
Why is it we don’t work for pleasure
The happiness comes from striving
Can’t wait to see next my arriving
Yes, wanderlust stuck in my brain
I relocate, but still stay the same
Just a poet enjoying observation
Guess I took a permanent vacation
You ask me what is my vocation
I tell you it’s all an education
But to be specific, I love media
And I’m constantly referring to expedia
Dot com and www
Gazing at a screen, not a window
But windows wants to fool ya
I’d rather eat Ravioli Boolya
Therefore, my Dears, I chose not to fight
Hell, I did not even take flight
I just hopped on a bus to forget about us
But here we are still on earth, intact
No, I’m not counting days ‘til your heart attack
Because the heart of the matter is…
Your microscope or magnifying glass
Has me sassing to kiss my ass
Yes, kiss it discretely as I lie up-side-down
Whenever they bury me deep in the ground!