As Two

    
I'm huddled up
sat , on my own
internally bunched
in a crushed flat
zone
remembering  
Munching Monsters
stoned
and the many things
you touched
that turned gold .

We never
had a chance
with every
nasty circumstance
and no money
in rich lands
where Doctors phony
lose their hands
but we got through it
just somehow
with now our baby
growing proud
I think my sanity
just bowed out
boarding the train
from all sane town .

As for the finance
that came through
I took mine only , not from you
I thought that
you'd be home real soon
I'd never see you  
without food
I'm not so evil
nor so cruel
pecuniary
is not my  tool
we've gotten by
through misconscrewed
and sufferred flies
and likely fools
it's in these times
of down whirlpools
that people fight
then lie , not cool
so can we move by
pass right through
these sad goodbyes
and stay as two .