You want to hear about
That's supposed to
Make you feel good, make
You dietarily regular, make you
Want to eat yogurt and dance on
The heather to Johnny
Sorry, but that's not how I swing,
Call me grim, call me heartless, but
The only thing that really uplifts me is my lady.
Used to I could get away with a good piece
of ironic literature, post
20th Century. Maybe a little Herman Hesse on
the side. Now I got the blues? It's "Me and Mrs. Jones,"
Or nothing. No eat less drink more, no Hallmark anything,
And don't you dare tell me to read Brontë. No Brontë.
Just gimme some time and some lovin'
And I'll be fine, just fine.
I really hope someone talks about how
Part of their fall to Earth is somehow