Or Thousands of Prizes

There may be richness in purity
Stillness, obscenity this Tuesday night
In a touch of openness
Carelessness, vulgarity, even spite

And his boots lay on the carpet
Beside his socks
And her blouse was on the bedpost
The drink is on the rocks

They express perspiration
Imagination, insinuation
Salvation and moonlight
As their eyes met almost cautiously
Carefully, caressingly, as if they might

In her hand
She holds the object of her desire
Through his fingers run the cradle
Of our civilization

It's such promises of senselessness
Emotionless, defensiveness the two awoke
For this sound of lawns mowing, trees growing, he's knowing
She's going and they never spoke

He takes the ribbon from her hair
And makes a knot
She reaches for her purse
And then she stops

Intellectually
This economy
Is under their advisement
It's just
Real sweat and not some TV sets
The owner in the advertisements
Don't be misled

It's all in your head
Things like bunny bread
And that big red freshness
Or doubling your pleasure
Or thousands of prices

Or thousands of prices
Or thousands of prices



Credits
Writer(s): Wagner
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