Roberto Jay Jamora

I asked the painter why the roads are colored black.
He said, “Steve, it’s because people leave
and no highway will bring them back.”
So if you don’t want me I promise not to linger,
But before I go I gotta ask you dear about the tan line on your ring finger.

No one should have two lives,
now you know my middle names are wrong and right.
Honey we’ve got two lives to give tonight.