I.P. White rose, Dark stain

I. P. – White rose, Dark stain (29th July, 2010)

In like a bulldozer,
Out like a hurricane.

The path you carve, chaos in your wake,
The bees you stir, the china you break.

My life’s awash with emotional cost,
My heart’s afloat on a tidal wave.

There’s a dark stain on my white rose,
There’s an empty face with a cut-off nose,
There’s a bald patch on my old teddy bear,
There’s a hole up there in the ozone layer.

In like a marching army,
Out like an evacuation.

The seasons change, but you don’t stay,
Time marches on, I’m in your way,

There’s tarnish on my silver spoon,
There’s a shadow on my dreg of truth,
There’s a black mark on my blue suede shoes,
There’s a red wine tide on my half-full moon.

In like a bird scarer,
Out like a pigeon shoot.

Keep your mouth shut, smile in his face,
Don’t make a fuss, rain on his parade.

I was the white rose,
You are the dark stain:
I mistook lust for love,
You gave it a bad name.