Green Tinkers

The hopeless love

I can see why she can’t give you that

Oh, a lovely dimension that psychonerds do cry over

Shall I say that I killed it before it even landed for you

Nope, I don’t wish you to be a mocked solitaire but an adored bachelor of your youth

Ahh, happy little ladies!

Think.

Wink.

Creep.

Hit the third tenth and lock your fourth with gold

Even with some of her jewels

Pretty little rocks

Praised with envy and hunger

You’re lucky then,

she wants you for Mr. Green Jones on your pockets

Your presence is just a additional tinkery on her head.

You’re free to leave because you don’t find love

You knew…

Love came from Cape Town

And not from Vegas.

She’s there waiting for you to leave shiny things for dirty woods.

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