Was it the want or the courage?
Perfect oven queen,
My wasted Stepford wife
Clean the table and hang out a long long thought
Then travel the vicious mind in want,
Courage ain’t gonna free you from this pub landscape,
No, no! You don’t have enough aprons to cover that lie!
“I was so wasted last night shit, I ain’t even know where the fuck I was"
God, that vacuum cleaner chaffs,
And that dust always comes back around,
He takes pills and caffeine – we drank so much, I didn’t drink!
And the dust comes back around,
“He was so mashed!”
Well, I don’t care,
My head spins,
Want?
Courage?
Where’s my beer?
And the vacuum comes back around,
A whirling piece of dust in a great big Hoover,
I wonder if there could there be a moment any greater?
I want kids born to bottle,
A broom and a crooked mop,
Something round and warm,
Something more than reality….
Something more than nearly free.
Pippa x
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