You
dreamt about me again last night
I was cruelly indifferent
You seemed to take a particular delight
I put on my heels and ran off to a party A
faint small talk with a woman from the cave
Everyone was a tired most bizarrely A
sexual chef was burning at the stake
And not two but three chainsaw jugglers
Cut up the roast and all served the table
We drank black wine from a denim tumbler
The federals filed up like a tower of babels
And soon I was busy in the boys bathroom With actors,
producers,
recording engineers
And as for the powders and potions I
haven't had such a good time in seven years
And resting a sped-flacked microphone from the MC
I serenaded you from the makeshift stage My moment to shine
But somehow I just couldn't act my age
I found you crying on the veranda
And I kissed a tiny tear from your chin
As the surgeons burst in