Think of what she’s got,
she’s got what he’s is thinking of
but she is cautious…, wary…, hiding it away
And by himself, he embraces her, caresses her
invents a moment, waiting for the day
And all the while it’s wasteland
All his time wasted
The numbers counted backwards
And sleep is all he gets
From her friends and family, advice comes instantly,
warlike negotiations
“Tell me what’s he like”
And that’s because, she gathers up pros and cons
All fictive of course, it’s the way of the walk
