In Drawers
We live on side streets
and promenade down avenues
next to next-door neighbors whose
flowerbeds are feats.
What’s behind our closed doors,
left at home when we go out?
Are we what we’re all about
or do we hide in drawers?
and promenade down avenues
next to next-door neighbors whose
flowerbeds are feats.
What’s behind our closed doors,
left at home when we go out?
Are we what we’re all about
or do we hide in drawers?
Tally up my trophy case
and meet my trophy wife,
but if you must look at my face
please let me hide my life.
So don’t go and blow the horn
on my stash of child porn.
