In and out. In and out. like the steady tick of a clock

I count the minutes before getting on with my day.

Once upon a time lived a thing called love,

these nights, only our body parts remain.

We wear what we’ve woven,

Wreathed with wrongs

We wielded

Wrought when what

We wished was

What we’d willed

We wait, weary

Weary with what we’d wanted.

Weighted we wither

We’re wrecked

Count Conrad's coin collection carefully.

(Count Conrad's copper coins 'cause caramel candy's cheap).

Conrad came calling, crying, "CHOCOLATE!"

Currently can't count coins 'cause chocolate costs cash.

(Caramel candy's cheaper).

A face seen through the glow

of the setting sun,

her voice calls to me.

And when I desire to caress

those cheeks once more

She closes the door on me.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She winds my mind

in serpentine.

She gives me kicks.

She's a real groovy chick.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

When she walks into the room,

I just go ape

over her shape.

I want to escape.

With Mazy Miss Maggie.

Eyes that glaze over

with the games she likes to play.

We're headed for cover.

What can I say?

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

She winds my mind

in serpentine.

She gives me kicks.

She's a real groovy chick.

She's Mazy Miss Maggie!

Mazy Mama supreme,

And will she let me see

why I call her

Mazy Miss Maggie!