Coupled

When tears soaked pain in pity and forced man and God from Junction City They prayed he'll come again when the whites melt forcing $hi# and sticks down the hungry storm drains Can ladies be gentle, man? What if he's a gentleman; a saint of undeniable piety? Will she walk the desirable side or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares life spoke of a worthy deity with a good man at his right? Man and wife will have no fear when minds are well aware of his delights What is the place where we are at where fingers tell who's at fault? A nurse is inside every house, every wound is packed with salt with all corrosions seeping out Curses are filled with excerpts from newspapers and vlogs Her youthful mouth beneath blue eyes filled with blood and bogs would say "Fake news is for feral dogs, we are in a tamer time" People have baggages; two honeymoons and domestic fervor Muy Leal, they ate mofongos elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas This is where they now lie together, living on and off like FM radios