your dreamhouse
and all the kisses
you and me have talked about..
let's play dress up
you'll be the whore..
and I'll be the lonely john
looking for a score..
we'll change again
like a camillion in the rain..
changing colors as well as
the full range of emotions..
fetishes of such variety
do you understand the underscore
of my reality..
it is what I've made of it
makes nonevermind
it's as old as the clown's makeup..
whiskey always makes me sick
it'll tear you up..
no one reads this..
a thrown bottle in the ocean
Wilson!!!
a steady diet of pain fear
and devotion..
If you were on an island
what would you miss most?
Even the company with a stranger
sure beats loneliness
with a volleyball..
Four walls a roof
and a steady 9 to 5..
there's more to this
than meets the eye..
your dreamhouse
welcome home my wife
come to my side..
it's where you and I belong..
By Rick Weber
March 17, 2013
copywritten
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