The Trivialities Of Saint Xiaoping Of The Apron Strings

He knew there was the possibility he may find 
                        Himself in unfamiliar surroundings
Maybe up on some mountain top taking in a stunning view
Or listening to the ancient legends in the 
                             Halls of the vegan burger kings 
The sun beating down like a laser and him without a clue
His pockets being picked by a strangely curious kangaroo

He left a note before he left his wife
Telling her he was off to seek something frivolous
And begging her not to worry as 
Frivolous had nothing to do with a willowy buxom blonde 
In a colorful gossamery sundress

The yeah yeah yeahs of yesteryear were still drowning out
The sorrows that he tried to drown in his umpteenth beer
Nothing he tried could hide the truth 
                  Shining in his mid-'80's Miami pastel blue eyes
The corners of his smile did a lousy job of concealing
All the tribulations of his unsatisfying life 
That he had hurriedly stuffed in his tattered, battered suitcase

As for his wife
                well, she read the note twice before she tore 
The town up that very night
Reveling in the exhilarating freedom 
                         And joyous, shameless release 
She'd forgotten had ever existed
Dancing until her feet hurt and the sun 
Was cracking the sky on the far eastern horizon