A certain sense

A certain sense of not quite belonging, not home not away,

A part and piece, an entity but incomplete,

A certain sense, a vague feeling,

Stuck on the edge, struck out,

Without quite knowing what it's all about,

Because nobody really knows,

Nobody really knows anything.

Do they?

Madonna McGowan

Madonna McGowan

Madonna McGowan

Gone up to the town

Her nails are bright purple

Her thoughts go in circles

Her temperament brittle

She might scream, she might spittle

Name has nothing in the middle

Like a Polo mint

She spent time in a hospital

Some institution or special school

She mixed with offenders

She offended the mixers

Nail varnish remover her elixir

Of choice and necessity

She read your tattoo

You read her ones too

All crimes, mean, nasty, petty

But she's forming a plan

Looking out for a man

To nail varnish the town

Madonna McGowan

Her of the daisies, in town.