Some
of us are waiting for a pig to fly
And socks
to wear and shoes to buy,
For
cuffs to link and ties to tie,
To
give your ex the evil-eye,
For
tongues to tie and tears to cry,
For
booze and weed to keep you high,
For
arguments to justify
A
plane to crash for Trump to die.
Some
of us are waiting for the cops to show,
For
pimps to pimp and hoes to hoe,
For toes
to primp and tips to toe,
For
alibis with lies to know,
A
space to pace, a case to pose,
A
comfy place to decompose,
For
blood to wipe and wounds to close
And
cons to balance out the pros.
Some
of us are waiting for a change of pace,
Surprise "hellos" and coffee dates,
Lifting
hearts and lifting weights,
Cashing
checks and clashing fates,
For
laughs to laugh and lips to kiss
And
memories to reminisce,
For
sweat to sweat from bliss to bliss,
For something
we hope we don't miss.
And
some of us just place our bets,
With
heavy minds, with heavy debts,
On
Romeos and Juliettes
To
help us smoke our cigarettes.
