a sense of sadness strikes me
been a long time since pleasure
cups of coffee in my grip
designs for their hot contents
ethics to soften your grime
foul words fit for hellish Kings
going to protect my love
hope for some new fine, healed days
I could cherish you again
just ask me to change my mind
keep me on a straight narrow
let me find my home somewhere
my heart can’t stand this hopeless,
nasty ploy. My soul needs new
postures. Please find them for me.
quantum worlds for big pictures
right then left go my new shoes
searching for the solid clues
that prove we can build a home
under your thumb and over
vain moons hanging by your arms
would you please ask me baby?
Xanax® can go in the bin
you just have to ask me please
Zantac® can then leave me be
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