The longer one lives
with the angels,
The more oppressive
the weather becomes.
It turns in an instant
from your dream
Of no pain
to a rather cool blonde
Who warns you
she has feelings,
And by the time you've reclined
in her plush
But brown valleys
in your dream of a home
You realize she only
shines on you at all
If you have a great body,
expensive sports car
Or tickets to
Lakers games.
