May Your Dreams Be Full of Ecstasy
May Your Dreams Be Full of Ecstasy
Momma can't help me
I'm grooving on my own
Rocking back and forth
Using no truncation
There are no contractions
And there is no mystic city
May your dreams be full of ecstasy
The battle will march ever on
The birds and the bees
Immortalised on your cracked screen
A source of moral displeasure
You have outsourced your lust
Escapism is for poets
And fatalism is for novelists
Glassfibre for poseurs
You are none of these
Multitasking, candidly mentioned
Manoeuvre in nighttime
It is bright like day
Macabre pornography
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Love you.
