ain't_no_guarantee stork daddy you toe the fucking line your whole life and it still ain't no guarantee. you work hard, raise your children right, as the second grade teacher you teach others the same standards you hold your own to (despite secretly hoping that yours turn out better). you have an effortless love with your husband, funnier and more sustainable than a sitcom, but it ain't no guarantee. you pay your taxes say your prayers but one balmy dusk in may an eagle descends from the heavens and clutches at your husband's heart. your children's father is picked up and dropped down again cold, like driftwood in the image of a man. and you try to tell them, before you fall asleep at another rented movie you won't remember a week from now, or holding a glass of wine listening to soft piano music in your bed, to toe the line. while you have to endure the tales of lesser couples who enjoy the travels and hammock days of retirement, you toe the line. and so it's hard for me to get around the idea that there's a certain life you have to live, because it's the sure thing, it's easy money. but it's easy to lose too, it only takes a foreign war, a foreign heart, a stray bullet ricocheting like errant machinery. and so you say, i'll be ready this next time. i won't toe the line blindly. so you imagine every possible ending, untill success and failure both seem the same, both seem a delay, besides the vibrant now which is the only thing which brings you any real pleasure. but even though you think you have it figured out, it still ain't no guarantee. and as long as you're still breathing, you've still got to toe the line. 040308 ... ... iknow 040308 what's it to you? who go blather from