New Song I just wrote...

The Filthy Long Beach Shore

Kinda Sorta and Whole Lottanothing
on a perfect day
They were only living in the now
even though that was then

Kinda had something like
a poor heart condition
but she called it love
Whole he had a hole inside his big
gaping wound of a heart

And they sang oh sole mio
like the plump old tenor trio
As they held hands on the filthy
long beach shore
And they prayed secret and earnest
dirty thoughts of indifference
On a perfectly okay day

Soon they would be naked
and Kinda was
self-conscious of her body
Whole he was a bull inside
the china shop
of her loins

Then it would be daylight
and the room would have
the stagnant scent of last night's love
Whole he made his way out
in the silent grip of remorse

And he sang Santa Lucia
out his dirty honda's window
As the cool cleansing
wind played with his hair
And he cursed loud like a sailor
when karma sucked the air
out from one of his perfectly
balded tires