One Act

I'm laying face up, living the good life, on a beach in St. Lucia,
I'm laying face down, dead drunk, on a sidewalk in Massapequa.

I've written you this note to tell you how much I love you,
I've written you this letter to tell you what a shit you are.

I'm digesting some of your delicious homemade apple pie,
I'm inhaling some of my malicious street-bought PCP.

I have a photo I took of you in your bikini bottom,
I have a drawing I did of you on your deathbed.

I owe you everything good that's happened in my life,
I owe you $802.71 and not a bad penny more.

I'm going out for a few hours to make up with you by getting a special
gift,
I'm going away for a few days to get even with you by screwing someone
else.

I'm flyin through the night sky on my way back to your welcoming arms.
I'm falling throught he morning air from the roof to the waiting pavement.

Like everyone else, you and I are always one act away from disaster.

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