Goodbye to the Mother and the Cove

She smiles
Then she laughs and then
She rights the wheel
On the road again
While all you fear are her thighs

A man
Makes a man a man
Is that the way
To kiss a friend?
She is not
She is so
Kindly meet me under stairs
A city skyline just don't care what comes
But we should mind that we don't

To sound
Them bells
Skin thick
To tell

Not sick
Nor well
The air
Too sweet

The nose
The feet
The ear
To see

Too full
To stop
Too late
Blue cop

And you
Are me
To wear
No clothes

To strike
No pose
No hook
No shoes

Quick eat
Then home
To clean
Them bones

To stick
To guts
The art
Of loud

Too neat
Too proud
No taste
No foul

The part
To keep
To yield
To beat