Please help me I am driven by my drives
But all I want is love, somehow, rromance
Mail order substance X from Paris, France
Or meld me with some other peoples' lives
Or plant me in a radiant new shell
Or mind control the females in the yard
Or teach me how to lose my natural guard
Perform your actions fast and now and well
For I grow so impatient waiting on
A Love? A wife? A toy? A 'her'? A thing?
We're all so tired from the fast running
I'd take whatever, pack up and be gone
Aw, hell, I'm still at my computer screen
Deciphering what the hell these syllables mean
Friday, September 14, 2007
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