Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Don't hate me Ms.New!

Its funny how quickly Ms.New gets old
Last month not far from where I stand
I found her shining bright through the hall
She was there hiding shyly at the mall
Slyly peeping out from behind the drapes
Anxious like a leashed pet to get to me
She smiled through the leather of the bag
Silently tucking away her gory price tag.
But now the old wretch smiles toothless
Glory gone, she coughs her last breaths
As she goes in with my other old spreads.

You think its gonna be all bright and sharp
But it turns back to being the old blunt knife .
She showed in my haircut last sunday
She is dead and gone from the mirror today
Ms. New's got a disease she can't try to live
To people like me she's got not much to give.
Destined I am to be a lover in despair
Its my curse to keep searching her forever.