Breaking Eggs

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There’s only one way left to take you home
I’ll sign my name and fill a form.
Not necessarily out of piety
Just to fool the eyes of society.

I always wanna come and ask you home
Cos my love’s partly made of bone.
Against all propriety
Cos you’re godlike deity.

And home — it’s one hell of a comfort zone,
A place we left once a time upon
When everyone is wondering why
Of, for and by you and I

Making omelette’s ‘thout breaking eggs.
Drinking right through the dregs.

2010-08-31

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