it was a triple bill of shame degradation and scorn they pinned it all on you before you were born until you're sleeping on coals just to keep you warm tonight they broke your hands the destroyed your honor from the first cold glance where they preen and saunter they said if you won't take her someone's gonna want her i suppose they threw a ticker tape parade to commemorate the call now the confetti falls like cannon balls all southern drawls and seasick waves as you pass by in the motorcade near the paralegals and paired off gents all those parasites and sycophants they're all paranormal they appear discreet but they'll squak and claw like parakeets and you were once of interest to the nightly news and the daily press but now that you've outlived your uselessness do you know what doesn't happen next they'll all call you by your number they won't call you by your name on the triple bill of shame it was a triple bill of pain immolation and fear they watched you month by month they crept up year by year until you're chained to the door stop just to keep you here tonight in your single mind from your double bed no one falls behind no one gets ahead she said "how do i love the little bastard? i could count the ways on one hand backwards" but you still like to know where he's coming from though the whole of his parts is less than the sum and you'll paint him with tar and chew him like gum