It was here last night
perhaps I left it under that tree
might take all day to find
My sweetheart rubs my head and says
maybe if I do this it’ll come back
Don’t over-dote
don’t forget that note
last thing I need
is more of this fucking plastic
it’s laughing at me
I’d much rather sing
she looks at me with that beautiful smile
collecting all I can give
My curious brain
won’t matter much now
——
Blessed…
m(___)m
