Of Raymond

I have stood here in this garden
Where you placed me in the spring
I have held my arms gracefully from my side
A dog dish and an Afro pick
You laid beside me as a trick
Of compassion that comes through the night
In fields of green, in fields of straw
There ain’t no telling what we saw
As we stand together on this hill
I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme
As furniture with glass upon my head
You paint me white, you clean me off
You say my name each time you cough
It’s a pattern as old as it gets
I’ll stay right here till you get back
You’re concrete white, I’m plastic black
I’m the statue of the Virgin Mary
I am free from all decisions
I am free from all despair
You can see there’s not a wrinkle on my face
Looks pretty good from where I stand
No crying fields, no sins of man
All for the love of Raymond
All for the love of Raymond