What would the neighbors think?
Gossip flew all day long
Enormity of non-conformity
Explained especially for me
Of course they were–they always were
Refused, till owls hooted in hell
Whiskers looked good on catfish
Butter on butterflies–not so much
Old fashioned passion, preferred it that way
Nobody could see into heart’s tinted windows
Mysteries of the soul
Kept doing what they were doing
Until, ding-dong, they were dead
Did anyone know anyone, anymore?