rings.
swollen fingers.
and tight red marks linger and throb.
blood hobbles around in my veins.
i find it a shame
that this scene’s just a game
that the jacks and the jills
just try to make names for themselves
something lusty,
dripping with musk,
something soon to be dusty
and spotted with rust.
well the present’s for selling
and the past is for dwelling
and the future’s like fire,
first the smoke starts a-swelling…
i got swollen fingers that play on some strings
bound up with rings that all signify things
and the greatest of recompense
in all of this diffidence
drains from my hands as it swells
in my brain
please tell the new mothers don’t stifle your children.
don’t smother their dreams, make them trifles, like i would.
i step on their feelings sometimes so that i can feel good
about what i gave up for nothing…
and it takes love to do that!
it takes love away from you
it takes love, trusts it to your hand,
and lets you take it for granted.
i got swollen fingers that play on some strings
bound up with rings that all signify things
and the greatest of recompense
in all of this diffidence
drains from my hands as it swells
in my brain