Couldn't wait to see what it was like
In an instant the world changed for me
Might have been a horrible idea
Just had to try it
Somewhere down the road I realized
Love is more than a feeling of comfort
Can't force it and can't ease into it
Rest assured you cant **** around with it
Partly for the sake of someone else
Really for the sake of yourself and what you know you need
J**ust don't sacrifice for what someone else needs

From soon all beady my dove and romance
plop buys me a radius of monthly advance
and gives abstract expressionism a chance

we tremble to book so softly their witness
the tiny push bras like nobody's business
collarbone funnybone and studio fitness

how can a lag dinge for a slow digestion
just dreaming low their next suggestion
to be or not so beat, that is the question

walkabout it doesn't make much sense
my verbal byronea about to commence
as two bold eggs sit on a cake and fence

three olding hens sit on the fent and knit
five juvenile retenders rolling out their kit
artly and hostanously thart spliffing in a lit

zuckering freudily Alsberta around the bend
onder mist blontentious wick willet harksend
and befending our liblyhord to the bittery end

The clatter of plates,
the patter of paints,
the rows of artly brushes lie
Down dear upon a nasty desk,
pushed right up my bedside.
My eyes they droop,
my fingers itch,
my laziness presides,
Return to bed,
you sleepy-head,
and dread the morning-tide