Goldfish Blues

I go out on our front porch / hurl my wedding ring into the night

I go out on our front porch, baby / hurl my wedding ring into the night

now it’s out there with your pots and pans

the moon is straitjacket white

I stagger back inside / gather up all your high-heel shoes

I stagger back inside, baby / gather up all your high-heel shoes

your goldfish hides down in his castle

this night is giving him the blues

I chuck out another empty beer can / man, I sure can drink

I chuck out another empty beer can, baby / man, I sure can drink

the neighbors are sitting around in their lawn-chairs

waiting for the kitchen sink

you didn’t take much when you left / you didn’t care for memories at all

you didn’t take much when you left, baby / you didn’t care for memories at all

that’s your Bible over by the mailbox

it was a righteous curve ball

I rip out my aching heart / toss it into the shrubs

I rip out my aching heart, baby / toss it into the shrubs

I go back inside and grin at your goldfish

“how’s it goin’ there, bub?”

glub glub glub glub

copyright – G. A. Miller

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Comments
  1. Resa says:

    Ahhh….. there’s the rub, with the glubs, the bub and the shrubs! 😉

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