Pull A String And Jane

Each woman doesn't realize that Her husband could die any day, having Left no life insurance policy. Where butter then becomes margarine Such is taste. The taste of love before he died and Gone are the cigarettes that you shared Like having to again learn how to date If you want sex. Or make a new life watching television Getting drunk and passing out drunk and Wearing the same pair of panties till The stretch wore out. The reek of cheep perfume and bottles Scattered out around Jane's bed. The more she seems to drink, what's left Here to be said I just don't know...