To be read in a Tom Waits voice…
Whats to be done with all these rings?
After the dust settles
When there is no longer ANY chance of reconciliation
What is to be done with them?
There’s the child to consider.
Maybe she’d want them?
But are they cursed now?
Destined to give her the fits?!
What now should be done with these rings?
One bought in a street market in Argentina
when we cared about nothing but us.
It turned my finger green and ate away the skin.
I should have listened I suppose.
The second with a giant fake stone surrounded by tiny real ones.
A metaphor for our love?
But still, the question still remains.
What the fuck do I do with all these rings?