Family Romance by Department of Eagles
There’s every good reason
To let down your hair
It’s nobody’s business
And nobody cares
I would know
Ask our neighbors
In spite of the weather
We can have a good time
We can go out for dinner
You can make up your mind
But you don’t have to close your eyes
The way you used to do
Every time you change your look
You feel like someone new
So put on your makeup
And get the car
It takes such a long, long time
To drive that far
BE STILL MY HEART
Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.
To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
- Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”
Guys… I was just praying the novena to St. Raphael for future spouses and near the end the boy I’ve been praying about texted me. I had to try really hard not to rush through the rest of it. And like, even before I started I was thinking to myself “wouldn’t it be funny if he texted me right after or something lolololol”.
I’M TRYING NOT TO FREAK OUT HERE BUT WHAAAAAT?!?!