500,000 Fur Coat
Five p.m on the dot,
You always there,
Even when I was not,
When I was, my head elsewhere.
Dreams of a Bermuda yacht,
An Alpine love affair.
Ruler of Camelot.
Oh, how condescending,
Well, if I had a label,
I would not be recommending,
I wonder how am I stable ?
This cycle is neverending,
A cyclic fable,
The little engine that could not,
The tortoise and the hare,
With a predictable plot,
Banal est mon nom de guerre,
Not Rambo, not juggernaut.
I dream to be used like glassware,
Washed, clean, pristine, unoffending
Hopefully forgotten on a table,
But dreams are pretending,
I am human, I am able,
Happiness relies on attending.
Used and abused, I, a willing sable.
