Magazines Suffocate Me

Magazines suffocate me in my sleep They chase me down, they make me weep. They cover my mouth, I cannot breathe. They call me names, they will not leave. Read me! Each demands in a haughty way. They taunt me in my dreams all day. They press up against my mouth and nose. They whip me with a garden hose. They chase me down, they spit me out. They scream and throw, they laugh and pout. Magazines in my mind, and sometimes my hair. They will not leave, they travel in air. I know they want to be read, I truly do. But they cause me heartache, they make me blue. If these dhramned magazines would please go away I know my daydreams would come back and stay.