Friday, August 8, 2008

say no more

You've been hurt before.
Don't want to be hurt no more.
And not by me.
I must agree.

I refer you to
Mr. Johnson.
He's on the floor
He'll play no more.
Say no more.
Good-bye.

I see your face
every place. My
breakfast bowl,
my ashtray hole.

I refer you to
Mr. House,
he's at my door.
He knows the score.
Say no more.
And good-bye.

I flee from your eyes.
Once you loved, but now despise.
Drunk and reeling on the phone,
Your Mom says, leave my girl alone.

I refer her to
Mr. Patten,
he's so tired
of being poor.
That's for sure.
I'll say no more.
Good-bye.