Oh my Dear God you are so Late!
I could kill for some vengeful mischance at making it better
But I can’t and so it behooves me to say that I
Cannot get you out of my Head!
I cannot get you into bed!
I cannot get you in the canteen or the shopping mall
I cannot get you at all
And it’s driving me wild!!
It;s driving me to kiss all the other girls asleep
To sue the market for the awful planning of the
Situation which takes but a mo’
And to find that all the one and only left musicians on the planet are all
Rock fun guys without measure for culling themselves
For I shall kill anyone who goes near you again after today!
Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders