A Rich White Lady

I was riding around with a rich white lady

Drunk on Absinthe, Hope and Loss

Words dripped from my tongue; decadent diaries

Of the rich and the famous

To-get-her we learned that everything was meaning, less

But it all seemed so meaning, full

IT was the con-tradition that was getting to us

Duality at its worse, when we are just one thing

Well, wait - are we not no - thing?

A brick through the window !

It hit me right in the face

My jaw was broken, blood on the floor;

Yet somehow I managed a smile

Yeah, she smiled too

Of course, she was a rich white lady

What in the world did she have to do?