It's been a while, you are
Designed simply for the senses
We opt for a fun drive, my drive
Your fun, we are not thinking as one
The interior trim, the exterior grim
Ho hum for the adaptable little puppy
Run to me and every place run
Think I of birthday celebrations, I fancy an
Evening of self-loathing with twentysomething males
The pissed, tanned and pale
In a past life, I am a perky petrol engine
I am mentioned earlier and I have plenty
Of promise, the stars are raw and melt on the eye
Like dropped acupuncture needles
Renowned for their wit, I stare and sit and then
I sit and stare, not on the middle but on any stair...it
Depends on how far I wish to fall
How much I limit the load
How well I absorb the crack
How quickly I secure the cables that suspend
A family under attack
From hand-balling to a university handball
Team, oh to be this sorted, to be in receipt of electrical
Safety testing and the like
This is a vibrant new version of a classic, sister-in-law
Onion soup, a brief scene containing nudity and
A dance marathon, I would like to partake of
A dance marathon, but I am merely a boil on
The back of Mother Nature, I just
Sit there
It pays to consider your family's delicate skin...so
You are told
I was told earlier today, before I shed tears and fell
Apart
In that order