I never knew why,
We needed a garden inside the house.
I just knew it needed to be clean.
If it wasn’t,
It had to be,
Even at three in the morning.
I remember when our dog, Guirdy,
Almost killed my step-mother.
I guess she had enough of her too.
Every night was an event.
A tablecloth, and place settings,
“Sit up straight!”, she’d say digging her finger into my back.
“It’s an acquired taste.”
Yeah, no kidding.
About the Author: David Cicero was raised in Northridge, California, but has lived for most of his life in Phoenix, Arizona. He studied Mathematics and Philosophy at Our Lady of the Lake University of San Antonio, and Teaching Mathematics at Northern Arizona University. Immediately following graduation, however, he decided to give up teaching in order to help districts and schools integrate technology into their instructional methods. Cicero has produced quiet and explicit lyrics that focus on themes like family, relationships, love, society, and the anxieties that exist under the surface of everyday life.