Your Three O'Clock Neighbors

It won't take long for your braided hair to get you that first kiss,
so be the kind of girl that even your mother would miss.
You don't have to edit the inevitable surrogate crisis queen,
as long as you give my baby a second coat of that car wash cream.

Why shouldn't I forgive the girl who sold me that dearly departed dying drink,
when I should have paused to pray, when I should have tried to think?
The seafood daughter will soon bring you the disregarded dishwasher plate,
so rejoice and be happy that your life is not too late!

Your three o'clock neighbors have run amok in the afternoon malaise cubicle cube,
so you don't have to expect as much from your toothpaste tube.
Your three o'clock neighbors are the give-away toaster mind police,
so be wary of the pen in your hand, of signing that long term lease.

I loved my father the most before the daily clearance punctuation rule,
before the world felt obliged to take part in the hardware store accountability tool.
The cracks on the counter are where we'll hide our biggest mistakes,
as we effortlessly laugh and pay for more church bazaar garden cakes.

Your three o'clock neighbors have run amok in the afternoon malaise cubicle cube,
so you don't have to expect as much from your toothpaste tube.
Your three o'clock neighbors are the give-away toaster mind police,
so be wary of the pen in your hand, of signing that long term lease.