what the hell is going on? I say, I say, what the heyo is going on?
a cork, tight cincture, butch, and presto, you are one of the guys
speak whenever the urge overcomes you
I would like to put garlic butter on myself and a certain someone,
then roll all over her and the beach
tomorrow I see her, and would love to put butter all over her lithe little body
what a sexy little defect-free body, it turns me on
methinks the Viral Thirdpersonenza inflicted more than a few
I feel personally responsible for aggravating it all
spent most of the afternoon weeping in despair over this
to relieve my grief, undertook cleaning dust bunnies all over my house
but the house is only the size of six postage stamps
but now my house is clean, spotless, but so much sand
paced for the next hour or two
the despair and guilt by now is horrible, weighty, dark, gloomy
images of Greenspan on a horse backwards run thru my head
interest rates, yes interest rates, that is important
cannot have high interest rates, never never, no never
not Alan's fault, he is an economist
economists suck, they suck, they are all hacks
I think I am hallucinating, except nobody who hallucinates imagines hallucinating
I reach for the juice bottle and find only sour milk
my day is worsening by the hour
juice is good, I love juice, the world needs juice
I love milk too, but juice is better, much better
now I am in real trouble
being a doctor, I prescribe an enema and foot massage
has always worked in the past
ohhh so warm, feels good, really good, feels too good, I feel bad
my feet feel nice, nice, but they want to model again
the feet are jealous of my arms
JW is paying too much attention to the arms, strong arms
my clothes suddenly feel so constricting
so I remove them all
I feel free, and must run to the beach, yes the beach
I am finally free
the sun is warm, it feels good, and I am free
THIS IS FLORIDA, I LOVE FLORIDA, FLORIDA IS SUNNY AND WARM
sincerely, Jim Willie |
