Showing posts with label fine line between genius and insanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fine line between genius and insanity. Show all posts

Friday, October 5, 2012

Kicked




My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything
Leaves me totally cold.



The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face.



I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true






That I get a kick
Out of you

 


Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too



Yet I get a kick out of you




I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me you obviously don't
Adore me



I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do



Yet I get a kick
Out of you






(I really mean it)

  Yes. . .

I

get

a

kick


out

of

you.





 

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
    It took me years to write, will you take a look