High Tides and Misdemeanors

the raging tide
our sinking ship
i give you hell
you give me lip
the neighbors call
the cops arrive
the door reveals
four black eyes
so who to take?
i take the fall
the cuffs go on
despite your bawl
they throw me in
they set the bail
rent and Visa
hit the nail
you pick me up
we make good time
making love
and drinking wine
the storm has passed
the flood recedes
it's always peace
the squall precedes
you call me hon
i call you dear
predictable,
the weather here