Mama's Lipstick

Dreams of wearing Mother's pearls

With her bright red lipstick on

Chest out like a proud son

Everything covered in form

A strangled lust was thrown

To float into death alone

You miss the things that turn you pink

But those deeds can't be touched

Neither can you

Nor speak it straight

A shriek that ran out of gas

Prompts yawns you try and hide

Why wait for death

When you can achieve senility

I love you so much but I just might run out

It all means so much but never matters enough