i’m down
i can’t write in digital oil and build
my engineering rush has rushed off
i’m a snow scene bauble
to shake for instant winter
i was sitting on a table top
the table was edited out
i’m to the floor and smashed
i’m in a dark club
a pretty girl with eyes entangled mine
some bastard turns the lights full on
she sees i’m twice her age
thirty eight times as ugly
the rush she feels
a need to piss
ah well
the rush may have rushed off
but from such things
comes the great technologies
not this time