I have thoughts.
Some of them are even good.
I can't teach you about poetry.
I should lay off the stuff.
But, these cufflinks cost money, baby
Late at night I become dedicated to greatness.
And I make it very fun…
Now I'm wearing an evening gown in the morning.
I've used up all my money.
So I've got to shell this poem out.
Into this hostile world, I bring a special laziness.
I want to go swimming after cocktails!
Then I put on sunglasses and write a poem.
I guess I better make it hot and shiny.
This can only lead to compliments.