CHICKEN COUP SOUP By Tom Jensen
When ones asks me of you
I sluggishly concede:
Yes, I knew her too well
And she's crazy as hell
Her brain's turned to jell
She's got nothing to sell
Just more war stories to tell
She says she's gone clean
No more acting obscene
No longer caught up in the scheme
Wrestled back her self-esteem
She swears her senses are keen
But it's still too early to tell
If she's truly broken the spell
Or if she's still a fiend
For sometimes her silence
sings like new fallen rain
Yet she knows the pawn
is only part of the game
That is why I had to leave her on the train
For I was no longer able to explain
That the vision of her that I once saw
No longer remained the same
Inside my mind she forever
lies naked on the rug
When I came closer to her
She extended her arms out for a hug
Yet as I approached I fell into the hole which she dug
Got squashed like a bug by the big fly swatter of love
Inaudible words dribbled down the side of my face
As I wondered what I was still doing inside of this place
To think all this time was just a waste
For all my fears weren't really in haste
Like a butterfly in a cocoon
She was still encased...
That's why when one asks me of you
I sluggishly concede:
Yes, I knew her too well
And she's crazy as hell
Her brain's turned to jell
She's got nothing left to sell
Just some more war stories to tell
She says she's gone clean
No more acting obscene
No longer caught up in the scheme
Wrestled back her self-esteem
She swears all her senses are keen
But to me it's still too early to tell
If she has truly broken the spell
Or if she's still a fiend