I’m taking my life apart, putting it into boxes. But what if Igor and I can’t will it quick again, when it’s all back together? And it will be a soulless thing whose parts are all at war. Woe, nevermore my heart to sing in harmony as before.
The urge to give to others clues, As to our private views, Sometimes takes peculiar twists, Shows more than we would wish, More than we can bare with ease, Expose us to a critic’s tease. So lest regret strike like a blow, Beware just how much you show.
Container ships bring goods galore, to U.S. from Asian shore. We can’t pay now, maybe later but send more stuff by offshore freighter. Pretty soon our debt to Beijing is bigger than we can be paying then Asian man will come across the water and take away my oldest daughter.