ANOTHER SIGN OF MY CONTEMPT

When I took your temperature, you smiled as I inserted the tube.
You said we'd never know for sure who supplied the autolube.
At least I was never unkempt. Was this true respect?
Or just another sign of my contempt?

At your wedding I held my tongue when asked if anyone did object.
I went outside and shoveled dung so no one would suspect
I just pretended that I wept. Was this true respect?
Or just another sign of my contempt?

I walked upright instead of crept,
And did not look before I leapt.
I found out I'm not exempt.

They made me swear that you would die. That's an oath I never give.
After I heard you testify, I decided I'd let you live.
That's the only promise I never kept. Was this true respect?
Or just another sign of my contempt?

All your tomorrows are unknown, while mine are in the book.
The book with pages made of stone. All you had to do was look
While I dreamt a future still undreamt. Was this true respect?
Or just another sign of my contempt?

Copyright 2004 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
June 16, 2003 Monterey, California

ANOTHER SIGN OF MY CONTEMPT

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