Have you ever heard of Lisa Jane?
She was what many would call plain…just the same.
All guts and glory
She never referred to the same old story.
There were some that said, she happened to be sane.
Silhouetted times two…she looks of a Great Dane.
And, so, with starkness, Lisa Jane could be found singing that forgotten song.
Not a singer was she…
the words were all wrong
where have all the years gone?
Just the same…
a bystander may wonder…
God in all her infinite wisdom
Oh, how she had made such a silly stick figure blunder.
Way down yonder where the dogwoods bellow.
In an attempt to keep time with those in tow.
Here again, we find, Lisa Jane.
Remembering again, she should be…
for all intensive purposes
stick figure sane.
But alas, she had lost a love.
And, than again and again…
IT has little do with men.
Wondering all the while…
couldn’t her mistakes just be…
a proud sense of style.
Hard to know what went wrong…
her radio fades in, same old silly love song.
Lisa Jane will never be just like all the rest.
Lisa, practices the hand on a hot stove…
her mother will attest.
Lisa Jane vain with plain.
Bought stock in miscued near misses.
She is I, and I am, they.
We are all weakened by the phantom romantic kiss.
Lisa has yellowed out the men on the list.
To the Lisa Jane of the world
romance is only a romantic man-made creation
love is only lovely to superficial values
marriage is only bondage to the ‘lies’ others tell you.
always vainly plain
always singing the praises of responses unconditional
always, always, miming the traditions of the traditional