Soap At The End of the Tunnel

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Soap at the End of the Tunnel
by Howie Spielman

First impression:

he won't fuck up
very cool, together, solid

First transgression:

I'll lie to her,
to get some time alone

First impression:

she's caring and free
a light that I can follow

First transgression:

I like his friends,
beside he'll never know

They hit Franklin at light speed (30 M.P.H.)
Heading north to the rainbow tunnel
And thought there'd be light on the other side
But found soap at the end of the tunnel.

Racing through the tube (with shades still on)
Neither one took the trouble
To turn on the lights or remove the shades
They never expected that big soap bubble.

First depression:

too much control
he's tight and doesn't bend

First decision:

it's run its course,
I've got to let him down

First depression:

a bit too loose
takes on too many friends

First decision:

it's time to leave,
I don't want her around

The red bridge was carpeted (visibility zero)
They crossed it on faith and hope
Of cleaner air and brighter days
Their first breath filled their lungs with soap.

He walked away (she thumbed a ride)
Back south again through the tunnel
Each paid a toll to a man collecting
Dollars for his trouble.

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Soap at the End of the Tunnel by Howie Spielman

First impression:	he won't fuck up very cool, together, solid	First transgression:	I'll lie to her, to get some time alone
First impression:	she's caring and free a light that I can follow	First transgression:	I like his friends, beside he'll never know
They hit Franklin at light speed (30 M.P.H.) Heading north to the rainbow tunnel And thought there'd be light on the other side But found soap at the end of the tunnel.		Racing through the tube (with shades still on) Neither one took the trouble To turn on the lights or remove the shades They never expected that big soap bubble.

First depression:	too much control he's tight and doesn't bend	First decision:	it's run its course, I've got to let him down
First depression:	a bit too loose takes on too many friends	First decision:	it's time to leave, I don't want her around
The red bridge was carpeted (visibility zero) They crossed it on faith and hope Of cleaner air and brighter days Their first breath filled their lungs with soap.		He walked away (she thumbed a ride) Back south again through the tunnel Each paid a toll to a man collecting Dollars for his trouble.