I just need fourteen lines, wait, make that thirteen lines after this
Ok, let us start: I saw you yesterday in a yellow summer dress,
the color of high dosage diazepam (clearly troubled, this girl)
In the stunned heat of a day in July, a woman is leaning from
the fifth-floor window vodka at elbow, she watches the evening
How easy is this, just eight more to go
There are delving days when the ink-blue sea whispers to me
in a sexy voice, 'Come over here boy, and give me a kiss.'
another troubled person, let us find some hope
The morning sun peeks into this hotel room above bourbon street
our silent breaths take shape, hers, and mine
See! A little romance, now let us finish this thing
All I can say to you is that life and existence is nothing more than
all the small print that you never read.
