Guilloteen

Armed to the teeth
and brimming over with confusion
and weariness
she sits in the black dark alley
staring at the flickering streetlamp.
She shivers
despite the constant reminders
of the ludicrous global warming scam.
There were no scholarships
in the mail today;
There were no letters
from those colleges.
And the cupboard was dry
with nothing for the weekend.
So as she sits in her alley
she wonders how it ever came to this.

I wish I could love you
I wish I could find the time
to want you
Isn’t there a medication for this pain?
I wish we could be together

Dressed to the nines
but feeling utterly threadbare
and grungy
he takes his arranged seat
staring straight ahead.
He shudders
from constant sleep deprivation
as he worries and paces, late late at night.
There was no money left
for the ever-devouring bills back home
There was no voicemail or text
waiting on the phone with the radio.
And the letters he’d written
had been confiscated, he suspects.
So as he struggles not to cry,
he wonders how it ever came to this.

I wish I could love you
I wish I could find the time
to tell you
Isn’t there something we deserve for this?
I wish we could be together

I wish I could love you
and I wish I could find the time
to be with you
Isn’t there someone we could possibly call?
I wish we could be together.

Oh, how I wish we could be together.