Family Potrait.
Ever
So softly
Tinkling quietly
On the piano
On a sunny Sunday afternoon
Daughter plays softly
Father listens
Mother stroking her wool
Scratch-de scratch
Goes tabby the cat
On a sunny Sunday afternoon
Hurriedly hurriedly the maid scurries
Through the house
And calls the father
Quickly quickly
Must be quiet
Dusk is coming
Soon.
Mother has a mood again
But then
Where are her pills?
Blood red and small
They fit so comfortably around her
American smile
Pink lips and white teeth
Full,plump and hard
Father leaves through the back door
The maid scrambling in toe
It already dark and that's when things start
Mother is frantic
Daughter in a folly
Faster and faster she plays
Squeezing the strangled notes
Her tense fingers as white as bones
Mother has thoughts
Father kissing the maid
Passion in their veins
No matter what clothes you have
Or how white toothed you are
What are you to a man who loves the most ragged hag?
Daughter still plays
Allegro speed
Nervously banging out the pathetic symphony
She knows it's too late
But fake is all she knows
The moon is out
Pearly light shining down
Yet even the light can't lighten
Those secret family woes
Family portrait perfect as can be
But really in the end it was the photographers hand.
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