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Bobby is bursting, she’s so full of empty
She reels like a drunk who is crazy for thirst
And there came a big spider
God he sat down beside her
Its a pity – that love didn’t get there first.
When Bobby was young
Young Bobby was ancient
And she fell for a line that was old and rehearsed
This still married spider, he helped to decide her
Its a pity – that love didn’t get there first.
A touch made her tremble, her lovers resemble
The vile Valentino she silently cursed
This generous spider, left nothing inside her
Its a pity- love didn’t get there first
So his face in a locket,
She keeps in her pocket
Its a fate that she has weighed and a hate that she has nursed
The web and the spider, the strands that untied her
Its a pity – that love didn’t get there first.
Just a general reflection on how messed up people can be by being emotionally neglected and abused in their very early childhood. Time and time again people have kids, coo over them as babies and then start yelling at them as soon a the kids can walk. There are so many damaged people in ‘advanced’ societies that it baffles me how we, collectively, ever get through the day.