A Butcher and a Baker
They’re going to put this world to rights
So says the Old Narrator
Of a twisted storyline
Its hardly rocket science
If I could not read the signs
You put it all so beautifully
You spell it out for me
Present tense
Future imperfect
Stop it now
You’re making me nervous
I hope he was worth it
Just turn the page
You’re word perfect
This romantic fiction
Isn’t doing it for me
Airport novel erudition
Of our unholy trilogy
Its hardly brain science
The product of our strange alliance
I don’t read between the lines
You’re going to have to spell it out for me
Present tense
Future imperfect
Stop it now
My sides are hurting
At your higher purpose
Just turn the page
You’re word perfect
Just tell me it was worth it
