three

its a simple silly line
turn her over in the clover
in my simple silly mind
like mary's mud pies
she made me play dollies
and squat to pee, just so
her friends could laugh
and tease a boy of three
when the sing-songs get stuck
like... all dirty dogs do fuck
i can't blow them right out
like trick birthday candles
like the fireflies of summer

donna belladonna
my true and trusted friend
she coaxed me up the ladder
pushed me down into the hay
made me kiss her private parts
teased me with her tiny titties
laughed and ran away
donna belladonna
laughed and ran away
my friend was almost ten
i was almost seven then
when her sing-songs got stuck
in my mind's sweet sad muck
i can't blow them right out
like moonbeams and sad dreams
like the star light at night

my sing-songs don't lie so much
as my educated verse
thinking thinking thinking
will only make them worse
denying my mind is mostly made
like a silly putty part
won't make me a better poet
than my silly putty heart
yes we all sing and dance
ring around the rosy
yes we all fall down flat
with pockets full of posy
yes we all remember
that we were so damn happy
hiding in the closet
playing a little nasty
yes we all remember
can't hide them away for long
our silly putty souls
our silly silent songs