~Kissing
the Ceiling~
Just
wait and see, for failure you’re bound,
He
calls it home? A hole in the ground?
It
gets no light, the paint is surely peeling,
You
stand up straight, and bump into the ceiling!
Oh
let them talk, I know where I am bound,
It’s
nice and bright – our home beneath the ground,
The
paint’s just fine, and overcome with feeling,
At
break of day I rise, and kiss the ceiling!
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
