Tuesday, April 05, 2005


Tonight's the big night
showbiz is coming
to take me away
and shoot me to the stars.

Who's that in the corner?
Is it the head of Sony,
Music for Pleasure?
Here to make my fantasies breathe
and become as real
as the stout swill
my foot has just stepped in?

And what about her?
The blonde just sat down on the couch
ferreting around
in her minimally chic otter skin suitcase?

Is she fishing out the contract?
My pact with the devil?
I don't mind signing on the dotted line
as long as I'm made to feel wanted.