Meatloaf

Does he snore like Charlie?

 

Does he spoon like James?

 

He slaves at his desk

In his silk tie and starched shirt

Chopping heads and cutting the fat

Bringing home bacon

 

Does she bake like Suzy?

 

Does she broil like Miriam?

 

She smiles and stands tall

Makes a nice home with dusted shelves

Her dishes sparkle

She crosses her hands and excuses herself

Freshens up when entertaining

 

Cooks a hell of a meatloaf

 

In heels with an underlying hell

 

Does she dance like Jacqueline?

 

Does she sway like Madeline?

 

Something is there

Between her red lips

 

Something is

There behind her sad smoky eyes

 

Knives waiting

Slicing thinning air

She can dust up HER shelves

With a breath

 

A beauty in heels with an underlying hell

 

… …

 

Hell of a meatloaf though

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