The realities are a little strange
And the price for this exchange
Is sometimes very high
And a little difficult to apply
We live in strange fast moving times
And feel alone and neglected sometimes
We look for the ideal, for romance
Knights and waltz and ballet dance
Alas the realities are a little crude
And make us feel a little screwed
We go thru life bored and frustrated
Between you and me it’s all overrated
So if we are lucky to get a bite
Of little fun, pleasant delight
Let us not sneer at it so fast
Everyday could be our last



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