Cheesy One-liners for My Wife

Hey, bae, I heard you were thinking of going for higher education
But you had already finished your cute PhD

Bae, I hear the Metro has special cute-a-gram buses for you
And no one else is cute enough to ride.

Bae, I heard you tried to release an anthology of all-time cute-outs,
But no one can keep up with your everyday hits.

Your latest clothing line for fairytale princesses just sold out,
So now you're flush with cute.

People say the macrame made in your cute image is the hottest item in stores,
But no one's evil enough to eat them.

Perpetually Deceived

Perpetually deceived

I'm always

tired and flattered

Meat on the platter

Not very good at anything

Always on the ladder

Grasping at tatters

Hounded by laughter 

at the spoils I bring

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure constant)

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure thing)

You're always coming or going

With no way of knowing

Barely the time

To announce my self

Always an annoyance

To your precious moments

Are you really the mentor

You said you'd be?

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure constant)

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure thing)

We're always sorry it's so daunting

To manage time wanting

In between work and private things

There's few things that matter

and more that we'd rather

talk it all over, 

the next time we meet

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure constant)

Perpetually deceived

How could you do this to me?

(No power no motion

But one sure thing)

Catatonic

I can go all day resisting the urge to urinate
I can successfully ignore a thirst for water
For warmth and for comfort
For touch and smell and taste.
I can suppress guilt at procrastination.

I give in when my bowels shake
I give in when I fear dehydration;
Fear pain and loss,
Suspicion and dependency,
My guilt has no power,
but I am powerless to control it.

Childlike

When water spills on the floor,
I stare at it spread wonderfully across the hardwood
and wish I could swim.
It's not a symbolic gesture.
Where would I go? How would that help?
It's just what I want to do.

Late at night,
overwhelmed by television,
I feel an urge to stand on my head
with no meaning or reason behind it.
Why would I? What's the gain ?
It's just what I want to do for some reason

I realized today, in the sun,
That I have not seen my couch;
its fibers, the will and way it was created.
It's a couch though. Who cares, right?
The looking feels long overdue,
and it's what I want.

Sweeping

When we were younger
There was mucb we could not control
Except our house

we
Were based solely
on our separate incomes

Now our house is impeccable
always waiting on a buyer
Always on show

Our power is still contained
By the needs and wants of others
As we grow old

What?

A lie usually requires a backup lie.
Support. Alibi.
Someone will know if there's something you don't
And the more you explain, the greater disbelief evoked
And the less you say, the more relies on trust
Which is already lost
So now, as stiff as you appear
As intent as your eye contact
I still doubt

Irreal

Here I am playing what I am not
The air is cool, but the sun is hot
The sun melts me down
the breeze blows me off