| Aural Pleasure |
| Someone once told me that I Should please you. That the point of my writing was to make you smile --Or think. To get your gears grinding To get your wheels winding. I'm to tickle your senses with sophistication and sweetness. But you're not the person that makes my world go around. Nothing more than pennies in my pocket, forgotten pieces of copper. --It's me. I don't depend on you, I only depend on me. So you won't see me, getting down on bended knee. I'm not going to give you your undeserved vocal blowjob. Perhaps you graced your eyes upon the wrong writing. Just a lost tourist looking for something beautiful to photograph. --I'm sorry. If aural pleasure is what you were seeking, Or the happy words that I'm not speaking. Performing for people is not my chosen practical profession. |