Followed by a Brief Biographical Interlude

Smart cats. Chicken fat.

Black boots. ’talian roots.

Destiny went & blocked my ride.

Blue cars. Candy bars.

Orange Socks. Throwin’ rocks.

Providence chose to pick a side.

Ask that guy, over there, with the short peppered-hair,

If he has the di-rec-tions to find Love’s next con-nection.

“Dear John.” Black Swans.

Narrow roads. Lawns mowed.

“Sorry that your Dad just died.”

Bad grades. Razor blades.

Missed parts. Broken hearts.

Guess you’ll run away & hide.

Looks like I’m lost: Should’ve “crissed,” not’ve “crossed.”

Now I’m making a U-turn, based on all that I’ve just learned.

Cute kids. Katydids.

Deadlines. Orange rinds.

Waxin’ on a big tall slide.

Dead dreams. Sun-beams.

Wide right. “Outta sight!”

“Go ahead & kiss the Bride.”

It’s all been a side-show, with two drums & a banjo,

As I tap-dance so uncertain & my family drops the curtain.

Overweight. Interest rates.

Lost homes. Garden gnomes.

Everything that makes me cry.

Fallin’ down. Lost crown.

Broken hips. Dry lips.

Sorry that I ever lied.

Ask that guy, over there, in the white sugared-chair,

For his posh "chic" confections that help coat imperfections.