Song for Ramona Reid

Song to Ramona
 

Girl its gonna take a lotta bowls,

To get over the fact of you leavin'.

Cause when I come home, go to sleep, get up, go to work,

I got nothin' to look forward to this evenin'.

Never gonna see your face in any office window or doorway,

With a pitcher and the pills in your hand.

Gonna have to remember all those,

Good times we had.

So many times to see your smiling angry face busting up

laughing,

I'd come early to see you.

Then they took away the time from us,

Where did it go? No more:

Stayin' late, comin' early, hangin' around.

It's no good, can't they see, to try to separate you and me.

Cause like Obi-wan-fucking-Kanobi,

If they strike us down our friendship will only become more 

Powerful than they could ever imagine.

All that has happened, like a busted picket fence,

Like a worn out sledge hammer, beats at my poor heart ceaselessly.

Their callous disregard, their privilege to LOSE OUT.

For you I'd go hungry, without any dope for weeks at a time,

I'd sacrifice all that is mine, to capture a minute or two and

set it aside, so that later, when the evil shit comes, 

I will have one perfect gilded gem to console me, amidst the lameness 

that will surely be my life. 

If one swims hard enough, the currents that engulf and submerge us 

will propel and uplift us to perfect harmony, freedom, innocence and bliss. 

Bless you Ramona, for you are the closest thing to it,

this is it...now is it. It is. So rejoice and be glad!

 
(Oh, Andrew, Stop Ramona-cizing everything!)