You are the button-down mind of my dreams; all safe
and tucked away in the regimented reality of your nine-to-five
world. I want to tie you to a straight-back chair, lover-boy,
and squeeze some spontaneity out of you. Rattle 'round
your work-bound imagination; set fire to your spreadsheets,
and snap the erasers off the pencils you still use. Are you
getting this picture? Dinner's at eight, don't be late; your mom's
keeping the kids. Francis will be on the stereo. When you hear
"All of me, why not take all of me." Well!
If you have one creative bone left in your body.....