Sometimes people tell you stories....you don't believe them. A friend told me this one...and I believe it happened.
Yes Mr. Allison
I swept up your ashes
I made sure the flash
was good on your polaroid.
Life in servitude is a learned thing for me
or so I've been told.
Dad he was raised too
In a life of servitude
His smile so carved into his face
of stone.
What's a man to do with no education and a hope so true?
Life is far from free
Democracy and me
Have no time to have dinner together
In a land where you live on a tether
Like a horse that's free
But that's not me
I serve a family
like it's 1923.
And Mrs. Allison
and her little bastion
of society wives
What did they all escape...they got
The money not the life.
They're all considered upright
The right dress and jewelry
Aren't they're lives just right?
Just in time for crumpets and gossip
how 'bout some tea and lies?
Mr. Allison likes his shoes buttoned
with the shoe hook then afterwards placed about his face.
He smiles
he laughs
His deep breaths are like a tall drink. The hook
The hook it means more
He needs it
He needs it and so much more in store.
Mr Allsion loves it
He won't ever admit it.
To have his servant adore him,
Touch him and maybe share a drink.
Just a sip.
Mr Allison
What was the theory
Your wife and her query
As to what was going on?
Her life in her salon
Was shifted
To the left
had she anything left
To give you?
That perfect hairdo and her
perfect
How Do You Do
Just drove you...
Over the edge
Mr Allison
inside your study the busts and the musts
That you had to have, the collectables
You prized so highly were all displayed
In a row. A row you could catorgerize as
the inside of your mind, your interests like
wine were all grape and sweet.Will your mind and heart ever meet?
There was a moon so high, so bold and so bright
When you met the Mrs.
Mr. Allsion!
That was the night
That was the night
You'd make sense of your plight.
Mr. Allsion you didn't think it thru
ha! Just like the choice of your new shoes.
I'll have Chardonnay please
Some suede? Leather? Oh yes maybe
A Hush Puppy please
Mrs. Allison ragales her friends w/the stories
Of your lives together
your love
and your endless sex stories.
Mrs. Allison is polite, and sweet
So mannered and fine
She remembers the time when sex even hurt her spine.
Now she's with her friends at tea
so resplendent
In a designer dress
sharing gossip of younger people
that she doesn't know
Like the designer cuts to her face.
Mrs. Allison
conveneing her friends
in the library
To them all a story
a story of dread.
yes it's too young for her. said with a yelp
Mr Allison! Mr. Allsison
I'm just here to help.
Help you sir
and get my pay
I'll do anything
I can think of a sunny day.
Mr. Allison
I thot of that map in the library
It's so detailed..the roads...
It's JUST LIKE LIFE.
Mr. Allison can get you some tea?
Is it lunchtime?
Do you need more of me?
Mrs.Allison the gracious hostess
The queen of the mostess
Led her guests to the door
And doing so
She looked
and peeked
into the wrong door.
Mr. Allison
Sir
My Boss and the gent
Yes, after an hour he was finally spent.
The drwaing room you so fatally cherish
is now the room where your finances will perish
Mrs. Allison looked on w/a horror that
soon gave way to a thought
Her lawyer would collar
the whole incident
Her husband...he's nude and so indecent!
Mr. Allison
Mr. Allison
You're like that map on the wall
of the library...
Just paper and thin
no substance at all.
I wish you could have been real but
but then what is
Back to the life of service
another job
and then what happens is.
It is
It just is
And that's how it goes
Mr. Allison it could have been better
But that's how it goes.
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
is happy
she's calm
She even get's crazy
w/a malted....Oh dear
did she even dare
to think
and want
a life finally clear?
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
sat back and laughed at a life
so crazy.
How could it be?
It was wonderfull at the start
The life
The joy
And a totally full heart.
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
thot back on a life so contrary.
She laughs now thru her silver ringlets of hair
Thank God, It's all so finally clear.
Life goes on
Life goes on.
Mrs. Allison rings for the butler...
Yes Mr. Allison
I swept up your ashes
I made sure the flash
was good on your polaroid.
Life in servitude is a learned thing for me
or so I've been told.
Dad he was raised too
In a life of servitude
His smile so carved into his face
of stone.
What's a man to do with no education and a hope so true?
Life is far from free
Democracy and me
Have no time to have dinner together
In a land where you live on a tether
Like a horse that's free
But that's not me
I serve a family
like it's 1923.
And Mrs. Allison
and her little bastion
of society wives
What did they all escape...they got
The money not the life.
They're all considered upright
The right dress and jewelry
Aren't they're lives just right?
Just in time for crumpets and gossip
how 'bout some tea and lies?
Mr. Allison likes his shoes buttoned
with the shoe hook then afterwards placed about his face.
He smiles
he laughs
His deep breaths are like a tall drink. The hook
The hook it means more
He needs it
He needs it and so much more in store.
Mr Allsion loves it
He won't ever admit it.
To have his servant adore him,
Touch him and maybe share a drink.
Just a sip.
Mr Allison
What was the theory
Your wife and her query
As to what was going on?
Her life in her salon
Was shifted
To the left
had she anything left
To give you?
That perfect hairdo and her
perfect
How Do You Do
Just drove you...
Over the edge
Mr Allison
inside your study the busts and the musts
That you had to have, the collectables
You prized so highly were all displayed
In a row. A row you could catorgerize as
the inside of your mind, your interests like
wine were all grape and sweet.Will your mind and heart ever meet?
There was a moon so high, so bold and so bright
When you met the Mrs.
Mr. Allsion!
That was the night
That was the night
You'd make sense of your plight.
Mr. Allsion you didn't think it thru
ha! Just like the choice of your new shoes.
I'll have Chardonnay please
Some suede? Leather? Oh yes maybe
A Hush Puppy please
Mrs. Allison ragales her friends w/the stories
Of your lives together
your love
and your endless sex stories.
Mrs. Allison is polite, and sweet
So mannered and fine
She remembers the time when sex even hurt her spine.
Now she's with her friends at tea
so resplendent
In a designer dress
sharing gossip of younger people
that she doesn't know
Like the designer cuts to her face.
Mrs. Allison
conveneing her friends
in the library
To them all a story
a story of dread.
yes it's too young for her. said with a yelp
Mr Allison! Mr. Allsison
I'm just here to help.
Help you sir
and get my pay
I'll do anything
I can think of a sunny day.
Mr. Allison
I thot of that map in the library
It's so detailed..the roads...
It's JUST LIKE LIFE.
Mr. Allison can get you some tea?
Is it lunchtime?
Do you need more of me?
Mrs.Allison the gracious hostess
The queen of the mostess
Led her guests to the door
And doing so
She looked
and peeked
into the wrong door.
Mr. Allison
Sir
My Boss and the gent
Yes, after an hour he was finally spent.
The drwaing room you so fatally cherish
is now the room where your finances will perish
Mrs. Allison looked on w/a horror that
soon gave way to a thought
Her lawyer would collar
the whole incident
Her husband...he's nude and so indecent!
Mr. Allison
Mr. Allison
You're like that map on the wall
of the library...
Just paper and thin
no substance at all.
I wish you could have been real but
but then what is
Back to the life of service
another job
and then what happens is.
It is
It just is
And that's how it goes
Mr. Allison it could have been better
But that's how it goes.
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
is happy
she's calm
She even get's crazy
w/a malted....Oh dear
did she even dare
to think
and want
a life finally clear?
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
sat back and laughed at a life
so crazy.
How could it be?
It was wonderfull at the start
The life
The joy
And a totally full heart.
Mrs. Allison back in HER library
thot back on a life so contrary.
She laughs now thru her silver ringlets of hair
Thank God, It's all so finally clear.
Life goes on
Life goes on.
Mrs. Allison rings for the butler...
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