I Love Old Ladies from the Bronx

Sep 09, 2006 23:41

My Mom and I's friend from work, Betty, invited us up to her house for dinner tonight.



This horse was nice.




This horse was not.










The alpacas were cool.












Betty's backyard.


Betty's celtic cross from some curch to memorialize her mother.


Deer that we saw driving to Betty's and then here, driving back down her driveway.




"If my body was twice the size it was
then I might look alright but I don't because,
I've got a disproportioned head.
And the people they point and laugh at me and
they tell me it's huge cuz honestly -
I've got a disproportioned head.
Don't try and be nice and say, "It's really not that big"
cuz I am well aware that you are lying - about my head.
It blocks out the sun like a parasol.
And I'm walking around like a Dodger doll cuz I've got a disproportioned head.
And I can't make it better with surgery.
So I'm stuck with this skull and the world can see,
I've got a disproportioned head.
Don't try and be nice to me because you think I'm near.
I'm across the street and I can't hear.
Don't offer advice to me, of hats- it's all been tried.
They don't really make them in my size...Head.
And I can only fit in convertible cars.
And my Mom has a 3-foot cesarean scar,
cuz of my disoproportioned head
And I'd go ahead and end it now
If I could find a noose that would fit around my huge, disproportioned head.
I've got a disproportioned head"
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