COME LAY ACROSS MY KNEES
COME LAY ACROSS MY KNEES ANXIOUS LADY FROM DOWNTOWN
Lance is the High Priest of upholstery
Wept when I said that my mother had
blessed him Fixed our chairs in a day
For $339 he gave me foam seats and
re-upholstered my soul Lance said:
You sigh too much You give too much
You can be one of my flock Lay down
on that threadbare chair and I will
make you sing a different tune
By noon tomorrow you will be brand
spanking new or my name isn’t
Lance The Custom Upholsterer
Hi sadgirl,
I enjoyed this poem. As I read it, I smiled and felt nostalgic. It is not quite as dark as your earlier, darker writings. If this poem is based on actual events, I hope that you were wearing your new foam seat when the spanking began. I once met a man like Lance, but his promises were not upheld. In the end, he just smoked my eyelids and punched my cigarette. Where have I heard that before?
Rearguards,
sadboy