Dream Ballad of Manana

Her hamfisted beefcake of a spouse
Slugged her hard in the jaw,
Threw her out of the house
And like Dino,
She crawled back for more.

The husbands about to stand trial
Queue for miles 'round the block
While the next wife back home
Takes another good
Sock to the face
In her house which is
No place like home.

She begs: take me Kansas, Toto,
Hammer home your
Fat nail in the bedroom
Her heart opens wide to the
Crush she had ten years go,
Who could not be more male.

Then one night she awakes
And her spirit is sick;
Reaches out for some scissors
And lops of his thick pony-tail,
Hoping her son of Sam will be
That bit less male.

The next day she'll rise up,
Her mind fixed on escape
From the beatings,
The humiliation and rape;
The thrill of conrete
Passing under her feet
Leads her to a bright place.

A dream for manyana
Where no-one can harm her.
She'll find a new home
With a kindly young farmer called Gill
Who won't threaten to kill her
For not being calmer.

In the garden of earthly delights,
Will she wrestle herself
From the arms of routine?
Oh my God have you seen?
She's a boy of fifteen
On the run from his father.

Sure, she's gender confused
Like so many young boys who've been
Kicked and abused;
Daddy broke all her toys,
Now she's crazy and sad,
And she's chasing her innocence bad.

A dream for manyana.
There is no young farmer.
Our boy's writing stories
Of loss and regret,
He forgets who he is
And gets lost in his dramas.

We all fantasize about
Fleeing the ones we despise.
This young teen sees himself
As a homecoming queen,
With no nobler bruises
Than the ones
That she chooses.

He'll write the same stories
Until he's healed over.
A yellow brick road, and
A four-leafed clover.
He'll bandage his wounds;
He'll sing
The Wild Rover to Dixie.

One day he'll meet up with a
Down-trodden house-wife.
His stories will mirror
What happens in her life.
She'll read them and weep:
How did you know,
I crawled back like Dino?'

She'll reset her jaw and
Walk out on her spouse.
She will suffer no more.
She'll run from the house
With the boy she just met
Who writes stories
That mirror her strife.

No dreams of manyana.
No kindly young farmer.
The thrill of concrete
Passing under their feet
Takes them far.
Wife and son become one.
Nobody can harm them.