Me and Billy
I am here with the Associates' cover of Heart of glass and everything's okay. It's like pulling down the shades. I shut it all out and I'm here with Billy, whispering in my ear.There are a thousand Billys in the mirrorball. He pretends I am not a husband and father as he puts his tongue in my ear; I pretend he is not dead, broken by depression.
I do not know who will clean up the nightclub when we are gone and I don't care. But someone will, someone will.
posted by Dr Zen @ 8:37 am
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