Somnambulism
Are you checking on me? Will you please check, To see if I'm sleeping Or awake? You, yes, you! The one with fogged glasses, On a cold, winter morning, Peaking behind the school gates, To see who's gossiping about you. Putting your ear to the door, Devouring words and secrets, Like Manchow soup, slurping Away your impefections, Behind that robber's mask, Covered with dollar signs and gods. Will you please pinch my arm? Shake me up with your famous Long handed slap, pull my hair, So I jump out of my stupor. I'm 16 going on 17, So many pills my love, Even Alice would believe A horny rabbit was real. So why blame me? I'm here, I'm not here. I'm a shoe, I'm so cavalier. I can astral project myself Into your dreams, but I can't For the life of me, Learn how to stay awake. Hold my hand, and pull be back. I'm still pushing this body ahead. Keep this testosterone filled Afghani pride thing going on. Thread in a needle, I still try I whack my