Rogue Wave Catform
Legless, with the powerder puff
You've got light, still cannot read
And the mattress is two bored-out eyes
Supposed to be a lightening bolt
But as I lie in bed
It's been middle class
Middle thoughts, middle as C
Tantric forms of intercourse
No divorce, drunk as a horse
And the waitress is the only one
Who can speak and say what she means
As I lie awake
It's been Camelot
I can a lot, it's kennel and key
As she's waiting
Stroking my hair
Choking places
Stroking my tie
Princes with the dollar eyes
Morning fries and light-up TV
And advances in the sweater vest
Picking homes, picking out cheese
As I lie to them
Second wallabee
Second son
What happened to me?
