So.....

So, how exactly are you going to keep me interested?
You better have some damn good tricks up your sleeve
Or I’ll leave
I ain’t got no time
To sit around and jumble on about politics or flash cards
Just give it to me straight
What do you intend to do
In the midnight
When your sitting upright listening to me snore?
And what do you expect to do when my clothes pile up
And I get comfy?
And I loft around like a big old moo-moo wearing freak show
Do you believe the magic lasts and you won’t get sick of my face?
Dear aspirations
Young meadow
New children
The utmost perversity of substance
Is our human doings and rare crap shootings
I crash at the thought of
A fortunate baby
A new oops
A relevant debutante