and all that,
becomes, the maliase,
off and of
the comfort
of the living
room cinema
experience
equipped
with single
motherhood...
  to...
   some,
sort,
of variant,
of the,
over-populated
psysche,
via japan,
of the, subservient,
simpleton,
me...
"you"
already took
the subservient
"said"...
   no comes "me"...
how much more
do you want?
ah...
i forgot...
the last "thing"
i want from you,
is... "you"...
i almost like
the sadism of being
left un-acknowledged.

i should care,
at this point,
shouldn't it?
oh... right...
american beauty became
my anaesthetic placebo...
so...
          care...
funny word...
petting dogs...
or petting cats...
i forgot which is
is why.

when women stopped
reminding men
what they were supposed
to want...
*****, revive me...
i'll give you a day's
chance in hell
to remind me of what i want...
and you still,
will not tell me what "i"
want...

             you want to play the
game...
  i play dodo...
you play?
    if i play dodo...
you play...
what?
what game, do you play?
i'll tell you:
the last game you play is...
role play...
scary... isn't, it?

       mother is no mother
is mother is
role play is role play is role play...
oh...
you "forgot" that part?
sure...
        michael jackson...
i guess i'm only invited to
forget thst **** too!