BLUE PLATE SPECIAL
BLUE PLATE SPECIAL
BLUE PLATE SPECIAL (POEM)
THREE FOOLS IN A Picture
WAITING FOR AN OBLIVIOUS BLONDE TO PICK THE BEST MAN
TO WED
WHAT A HOPELESS GAME,
But that's the one I'm in
One dark handsome
The other
doesn't seem to care,
But one stands up
With his confident flare
A Blue Plate Special
The American game
Three to play
Ice Cream,
Chess,
And toast
In hand
All vain
And foolish
Inevitable losing hand
What does a girl really want?
A taste of heaven perhaps?
, but we all know
A spoonful won't last
maybe the chase is what they are after
Nevertheless
once the game is done...
There is no turning back
Yes, It's the Blue Plate Special
Chess piece in hand
But it's her roll of the dice
Not a king in hand
No one will ever win
The wise or the brave
It's time and chance that
Takes us
to the earthly grave
, but what we're after
No, we won't ever gain
What we want is
"Desire"
In a Blue Plastic Plate
Yes it's the Blue Plate special
At any Dive served
The American Dream
We were taught
We deserved
You can try to escape
You can blindly say no
That these words are untrue
And live life, but you know
The truth in the mirror
Every time it shows
You'll stash it away
For imitations glow
To leave in fantasy
The mind numbing row
Let the world flicker by
While the tv shows
Yes the Blue Plate Special
Tho we will never be filled...
Dinner is Served
To a Godless nations
Hole
Without him
Never to be
filled*
(SONG)
