two humans sat side by side
one was thin and one was wide
hers was hers and his was his’n
but they only had one television
life is sad, and lonely too
some are green and some are blue
televisions should have two screens
so folks can see just what they mean
thin was bessie, wide was bill
they watched but never got their fill
bessie had a pizza, bill had wings
once they were young, and the memory stings
bill was going places
in a sea of smiling faces
bessie had what it took
and her life was an open book
they walked on open thoroughfares
and climbed up ever widening stairs
they thought they would never stop
but where was the top?
one day bill sat on a beach
with the sun just out of reach
bessie was back at the motel
with a story she would never tell
they met again by chance
in paris (tennessee, not france)
and fell back into destiny’s plan
like sausages into a frying pan
mutation is a curse
and the subject of this verse
the same things happen again and again
but nothing ever stays the same
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