I Married Sonja

A rain of fast years and times whipped done me whipped good
This very treatmentÂ's beaten / this very world wayÂ's bush whacked
Most bachelor uncles into marrying men
Labor day 1930 / they darken dane pavilion
Pushing reluctant millions / from innocents to tangle men
I shrine the good past / to polished perfect locket
I carry and stare into / wallow around in
While soon to be ghosts / and pretty tributes look in
Their wasted time turned
Back flast with thoughts of woman a trip sleep prayer for winning
DonÂ't look at me son / with my doings undone and my bushes bending