We have to
disengage from the mainframe and
get into the main game but we're tame
and asleep, led around like sheep, fed bull
believing it's a three-course.

we're not even a status update
we don't warrant a second look
our destinies are as yet unfulfilled
we're the blanks in a colouring
book.

Saturday and the temperature's rising
it's getting hot in the old pied-a-terre
she calls me back into the bedroom,
two seconds flat and I'm there.