What’s seeming quiet, in private ragesnWe’re a city of tigers pacing cages for JennifernOur sense of play, I sense is dimmingnWe’re an orphanage of children stimming for Jennifer, for JennifernnJennifer sits down in the shower for close to an hournAs troubles rain down like blows on her brownJennifer, we waited ‘till dawn with the hall lights left onnWorried you’d gone all skeletal blondennA throng has gathered behind younDyed blonde where no one would find younSong bird, you’re onward and dawnward nI’ve heard ‘potential’s’ a haunting wordnnJennifer, I’m out on your lawn like a frustrated JohnnI’m fawning upon a skeletal blondenJennifer you put us all on in just a wig and chiffonnYou were healthy and strong my skeletal blondennA throng has gathered behind you, dyed blonde where no one would find younA dove is not above a pigeon. There is true love without religionnnA dove is not above a pigeon, there is true love without religion, Jennifer