Lines
by Allen Williams circa 1993

I hate waiting in lines
they are usually too long

Clothes get hung out on lines to dry out

There is a fine line between love and hate

On the road they separate humanity forever

On my face they remind me of death
a funeral procession forms lines

The boys from the bar speak their sweet lines to you
drop me a line, tell me what do they say
as your new lovers stand in line for you
and your phone line is constantly busy

I write these lines on the paper because you left me
cocaine comes in lines to ease the pain

When you decided to have a casual affair
was the end of the line babe
and I'm through