In the world where lice are lousy all the time,
They suck your blood, sip your wine, deliver lines,
"Shut up, quit crying," their callous rhyme,
"Give it time, you'll be just fine."
You're nice, you're smart, a friend so true,
Yet I must shatter, break our hearts in two.
Whisper love, then tear our world askew,
Pretend I didn't wreak havoc, didn't undo.
I favour boys with convictions strong and bold,
And convicts with eloquence, stories untold.
Underdogs with intentions pure, uncontrolled,
Amputees with collections stamped and old.
On plywood skinboards, they ride the waves,
Salty noses, in sun's gentle blaze.
Seriously playful, mischievous knaves,
Soft-spoken, yet with rambunctious ways.
I have a weakness for those who love their mothers,
And a fascination with brothers, as if we're lovers.
But beneath the covers, amidst night's covers,
They say, "Glad we're not lovers," so others discover.
You're nice, you're smart, a friend so true,
Yet I must shatter, break our hearts in two.
Whisper love, then tear our world askew,
Pretend I didn't wreak havoc, didn't undo.
