Golden Handcuffs

Golden Handcuffs
chain you to the mansion
in the lush suburbs with 2.2 kids,
and a fine furry dog
as the wife Leaves it to Beaver
with avacado appliances
on a designer's discount
as she enthrals with coctails
but your eyes
belie your misery
Your eyes say these lies
don't fool me.
Your eyes are the sadness
of a life gone to madness
and your eyes are your soul's
look for Love.

I knew you when you had dark hair
and your paunch was slimmer than santa when
your mind was quick and your wit was slick
and your joy mixed with longing for heaven
But settled in
to prestige and position
and a mansion in bucolic green
Life is so sweet
when its not so neatly
chaining you in
an ego's dream.

Exemplary sure,
but dead as the door
and I can feel your rage
that life wasn't supposed to be this mean
and you were supposed to love this age.
But you can't leave
it would cause scandal
which would destroy your mind
a second time
and so it goes,
frost on a rose
obla dee obla dah
the dream froze waiting
sleeping beauty's princely kiss.