i play with the holes in my brain
like a kid who picks his nose
a privileged, snot-nosed little brat
who counts up all his woes

i'll try to trade them in for love
no Teller will accept
i told the Teller Tell me something
found myself bankrupt

i think a human currency
is not as bad as it could be:
i've come to make my first deposit
You're beautiful--
Now tell me something!