Outta Touch

We're outta touch.
There are no words to justify the silence.
It's not the silent treatment; we just have no words to say.
There's no tellin’ even the treatment of the treatment,
And he who speaks last lives to tell
His side anyway.

There ain't no “Smile for a while,”
No “Let's be happy,”
No “Mama dont ‘low,”
No “Slap yo pappy,”
All we got is “Silence of the lambs.”
Ain't no little drummer boy drumming,
No moon river,
No Christmas coming,
Just April fools,
And nobody gives a damn.

When we write the bitter funnies,
The comic strip of Earl and Hunnies,
Dagwood and Blondie and Lucy gets her way.
Say, how bout we rewrite the ending?
So we can laugh and keep from spending
Our nights in tears and every living day
In hell?

-jenn long