Evelyn McHale

When you got crippled by that car

When we was martyred monthly

& scarred by the way that we are

We nearly broke your mother’s heart

Stay close & pray she never knows

How we both fell apart

 

Sure, we were cynics from the start

Spell-bound, still Safe As Houses

now pander we down for your hearts

We never meant you any harm

Still, though we thought not to be caught

how the thought made me hard

 

Sure, we look loathsome from afar

Hateful & hollow, smug & smart

Well don’t we look the part?

Sweetheart, remembered for your art

Train those charms toward the charts

& we’ll be stars just the way that we are

 

How do we simply carry on?

Sweetness with wrist gone lifeless

Save one tacky tryst on that lawn

How long must we be strung along?

& might all thy ill-will be undone

By the sum of one song?

 

So you got crippled by that car

No longer martyred monthly

Though scarred by the way that we are

Sweetheart, those sycophants ain’t far

Take those drones by the stones

& we’ll be stars just the way that we are