Decent Breeding

I permit myself
To go through the pain
To seek from the eyes
What should not be seen
Men of decent breeding have
Thoroughly out-paced my life
My hairline is receding I'm
Not even yet twenty-five

A song a day is nice
But now I'm craving two
Another metaphor
It's "saccharine" or it's "lewd"
I call one of my friends
I have only a few
My partner holds my hand
I'm giving him the blues



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Bock
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