TITLE: Everytime I go
by Bruce E Saunders
Everytime I go home it’s to a different place
Everytime I see you it’s with a different face
It isn’t love with a heart I beg you brace
Yourself for the coming folder of lace
and pasteurosed roses.
Don’t you b’lieve me,
If you squeeze me,
Shoot and tease me,
I’ll just have to let it out!
But when you’re alone with yourself to blame
and you need the sort of handle to came
it ain’t restitution you plead game
but the right of the novel to shame
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018