Heart to Heart

No one’s gonna tell you your fly’s unzipped
or the chart you flipped
is completely off the wall
No one’s likely to hint
at why your books are out of print
and your agent’s not returning your calls

No one’s gonna tell you she’s moved to St. Bart’s
That’s why we need a little heart to heart

No one’s gonna tell you you’re mismatched
0r the chickens you counted before they hatched
are coming home to roost
No one will raise the cry
as to why you’re high and dry
though the blood-dimmed tide is loosed

No one’s gonna tell you things are falling apart
That’s why we need a little heart to heart

For if you think your commitment’s running low
you should be committed to Bellevue
though you’ll be the very last to know
for no one’s gonna tell you no one’s gonna tell you

No one’s gonna tell you your case is lost
and the briefs you tossed
are covered with skidmarks
No one will tip you the wink
that your last three novels stink
and you’ve lost your creative spark

No one’s gonna tell you you’re a boring old fart
That’s why we need a little heart to heart