Disclosure

Ron Dietvorst

A storm is devastating raging
you tore my mind to peaces
you ached that ragged heart of mine
and still you refuse to disclose
with yer freakin' froggy fringing
and your foolish coloured cockades
had an obscene dream 'bout you last night
ungentlemanlike and seductive
though in spite of it all I wanna get rid of you
I shall dance a quadrille on my own
when you're finally gone and got rid of.