A bottle of wine

Poor substitute for you

But all I can do

Go, haberdasher!
With your haberdashery.
You're keeping it real.

Damn the body, Bob!
Let's go get some burritos.
The hearse will be fine.

5s
lubricate my brain
the music plays on
the wheels on the bus

7s
zombie multimedia
you have to aim for the head

you tease me so much
i get so agitated
let's act like adults

you make my head shake
when you say those things you say
my soul weeps for you

my cyborg upgrades
will let me survive in space
when i'm sixty-four