i’ve become a flippin’
elvis costello
song;
every ****** day the book
gets written;
i might as well be *******
on my thumb
and holding a blanket
with my work:
excessive pampering;
question is, am i like
a baby monkey all clingy
or is the work so gooey
that it can’t stand blanks?
i’m betting 3 to 1 on the latter.