I pass the salt
While you consider your sport on small screen, for
You let this affair despair our vows
I shudder as crockery and table knives connect
As this amplified noise admits our dooming failure, then
I pass the salt
And to an undersized portrait on the wall I focus
And hallucinate of where else I could be right now, as
You let this affair despair our vows
At daybreak I will remove those obtuse three flying ducks
For they remind me of every abortive eve when
I pass the salt
And I will not enhance my tresses or bargain pretty cosmetics
To impress or test your stimulus of want of me as I see
You let this affair despair our vows
That holiday magazine is looking very effective right now and
I want your face to fall into your soup and somewhat drown, as
I pass the salt
You let this affair despair our vows
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