2002-05-09 | CEILING FAN IN MY SPORK

i wrote this in Oregon.

199......2000?

i forget

"YOU COULD CUT THE SEXUAL TENSION WITH A SPORK"

You're a monkey, like Peter Tork

I'm from another planet like Mork

The tensions all split up like the tines of a fork

So loose you could cut it with a spork

I always thought there was something more

But it got clogged up like a pore

My heart's not broken, but it's sore

It's not my fault you think i'm a bore

Your insides are white and tender like pork

You closed me up like a bottle and cork

I ended up looking like quite the dork

You put me in a bag like a stork

Sometimes I feel like a whore

Sometimes I feel like I'm 4

My face is wet, and it's red like gore

Being with you is like going to war

I'm running out of time to abort

And I'll be seeing your sorry ass in court

That was a wild pitch, like a "fork"

You could shred my heart with a spork

You ate my flesh, now I'm nothing but core

If you existed, it would be you I'd adore

But now you're nothing but an "anchor sore"

You make me feel like I'm at one with the door

You don't even notice me when I snore

You don't even look at me any more

If I was settled then I'd settle the score

You seemed to be alot more mellow before

But now freaking out is your favorite sport

I need to get my ship off the port

The tensions there all the "tine" like a fork

You could probably slice it and dice it with a spork

IT'S NOT THERE!!!!!!

(I'm sorry....that song really bites)

- premature ejaculation | tantra +