February Poem 13/28
On The Beach
And we are both the queens of england
Shriners saving for the throne
We are both the nicer evil
On the route we take alone
You say “No Mice, No Men, No Masters”
But that’s hardly a fair request
If I give you milk and cookies
What will you be demanding of me next?
For now we’re both the queens of england
Hands hooked up right to the phones
We are dancers in the doveland
Thrifting skin down to the bone
On the beach we party through the night
We sail boats into the dawn
When the dust has finally settled
Might we take our final yawn?
Chamber in the the rounds
Or a simple sleeping aid
Before you lay your head, make sure
All debts have been repaid
Or we can play the queens of england
Pieces in a master’s game
Maybe stay the queen of england
So everything else will stay the same
We can be the queens of england
Everything else will stay the same
We can be the queens of england
Everything else will stay the same
Oblique Strategy of the day: Emphasize Repition