Red

He lays beside you, while you sleep.
He’s easy, simple and, oh, so cheap.

He keeps you warm and satisfied.
He’ll never tell you that he lied.

Promises are made to make you think
He is your friend, he says with a wink.

For those of us who don’t understand,
You blame it on our evil plan.

You say he’s great in loving praise.
We ask how much to you he pays.

You yell and scream and call us fools,
Accusing us of breaking liberal rules.

We tell you plainly and so very clear,
To your liberal rules, we do not adhere.

You scream some more and start to cry,
Such liberal rules to all apply.

The one you sleep with told you so,
Since he’s the ONE, he should know.

Again you attack with words of hate,
But by then it’s much, much too late.

The One has called you from the rear,
You say he did, but we did not hear.

We look at you with scornful doubt.
You’re all deaf, again you shout.

We see some red inside your house
And wonder if it was just a mouse.

We hear you whisper words of praise
And walk inside as if in a daze.

We see again the red wrapped thing
And hear strange bells start to ring.

We watch as a red engulfs your face
And covers everything that’s in your place.

We hear you sing and hum a song
Of pleasures here both weak and strong.

We see the pitch fork and feel the fire
And realize it’s time for us to retire.

He lays beside you, while you sleep.
He’s easy, simple and, oh, so cheap.