it is a world –
of funfairs
dancing ladies
and playful bears
not much to do

i just wish you would see yourself
as i and others do
but those pesky parents
put an oil smear on your view
i like coming home to you

you are the street lighting
outside this very home
and,
i can only be in love with you
in the only way i know how

what is your secret
respectability
is fine
for the artiste
for societal cool

i can feel –
the presence,
but it is in the past
she fades,

what is enough
for modern generations
what will,
stop us feeling sick
cure our common cold