Wife of Riley

Wife of Riley

Too precious many- too many few

I cut you deep- you cut me too

Moments like pictures- in scrapbooks made

Sepia and turquoise- thrown in rivers will fade

Wash it all down with vomit- the bile is base

I stink like shit- I hate the taste

Tommorrows come quickly- I fuck them with ease

But yesterday screws me- and todays just a tease

But whilst words keep on coming- like value and trust

I sneer and forsake them- like unsettling dust

My life is a pittance- a stone dropped in your pond

Soon the ripples will scatter- and then I'll be gone

Friends can't all be lovers- but there's some that you do

And there's some that will do you- If you want them to

Twenty four jump street- Madonna and Depp

Live like young James Dean- and hold no regret