Miss Misanthrope

She said, I'm blue as a robin's egg
 I've done nothing to make me proud
 I rehearse conversations in
 The shower when I am home alone
 No one has ever bought me flowers
 Or smoked a joint on my Persian rug
 Go to Mexico
 And lie under a mango tree
 And watch a line of crows
 Grace the Southern breeze but
 You won't know where they go
 Everything just scatters out like
 Acorns in the snow
 Or dust clouds in a drought
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 She said, I care too much these days
 About my place in this ball of yarn
 There's not a lot that I can boast
 I water plants and make French toast
 And muse like some misanthrope
 Afraid to sow all my wild oats
 Read Walt Whitman poems
 Drink a bottle of champagne
 And sing some Leonard Cohen
 I love it when you speak so plain
 The way you often do
 When I am crying after midnight
 Just between us two
 It makes me smile to know you're alright