Catform - Rogue Wave

Legless, with the powerder puff

You’ve got light, still cannot read

And the mattress is two bored-out eyes

Supposed to be a lightening bolt

But as I lie in bed

It’s been middle class

Middle thoughts, middle as C

Tantric forms of intercourse

No divorce, drunk as a horse

And the waitress is the only one

Who can speak and say what she means

As I lie awake

It’s been Camelot

I can a lot, it’s kennel and key

As she’s waiting

Stroking my hair

Choking places

Stroking my tie

Princes with the dollar eyes

Morning fries and light-up TV

And advances in the sweater vest

Picking homes, picking out cheese

As I lie to them

Second wallabee

Second son

What happened to me