From: anonymous Date: Fri, 28 Jul 89 11:30:49 EDT
If you and I were motorcars, Out going on a ride, There'd be no need for iron bars To keep you at my side. We'd ride around with nameless thugs Who swear and cheat at pool; I wouldn't have to give you drugs To keep you calm and cool. If you and I were sparkling snow At rest upon a fir, I wouldn't have to beat you so To make you call me sir. You see, my dear, if we were snow, With snowflakes built like lace, In public places you could go With no bag on your face. If we were bullets in a gun That shot at helpless geese, I wouldn't always have to run With you from police. If bullets we went sailing through The heads of evil slime, I wouldn't have to hold you Underwater all the time. I'm glad, my dear, as you well know, I'm none of these nor you. Someday perhaps I'll let you go, And you'll be happy too.