Perhaps I’m A Bit More Prudish

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Perhaps I’m a bit more prudish
Than I ever expected myself to be
Shying away from their exhibitions
Folding my soul back into propriety

Maybe I’m not as cool as you thought
I’m more of a meandering old fellow
Writing out lines of cautious fantasy
Whereas reality reveals itself to be rather mellow

You Have All Your Beautiful Decorations

dinner-table-1301952You have all your beautiful decorations

Your Louis bag & Burberry coat

Flaunting everything which couldn’t be

Knowing how to get my bloody throat

You’ll find your adornments gone someday

They’ll suddenly be missing as you wake

Feeling distraught with nothing left

You’ll be lonely without any Real Estate

You’ll have no glamour & no identity

Find a need to fold back within yourself

No one will care, so no reason to hide

You’ll no longer be living on the top shelf

Downcast eyes revealing all exposed lies

Once the object of unparalleled lust

Age without refinement turns ugly

Life’s not so pretty, fallen from the upper crust