Everyone likes to read about themselves
Sneezy wrote the following poem for me,
Black skirt, green tights
says "Fuck buddy?
"What gives men the right?"
Out of her room at the drop of a word
walks 'neath the moon with me
spongy is the grass when only silence is heard
she's trapped but tries hard be free
Cloudy face, headphones
fast action emotions
she's sensitive to people's tones
To dancing she goes yes and no
she'll be there and twirling
the people, oh, the people though
her mind it's always whirling
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why I wonder why
Maggie's anything but shy
she's not scared, just concerned
doesn't know quite how she'll die
And till the wee of dawn
she sits down in my chair
and she answers all my questions
and I realize that she cares
Black skirt and green tights
onion eyes at times highlight
but unlike us she does not fight
because unlike us she knows
Black skirt, green tights
says "Fuck buddy?
"What gives men the right?"
Out of her room at the drop of a word
walks 'neath the moon with me
spongy is the grass when only silence is heard
she's trapped but tries hard be free
Cloudy face, headphones
fast action emotions
she's sensitive to people's tones
To dancing she goes yes and no
she'll be there and twirling
the people, oh, the people though
her mind it's always whirling
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why I wonder why
Maggie's anything but shy
she's not scared, just concerned
doesn't know quite how she'll die
And till the wee of dawn
she sits down in my chair
and she answers all my questions
and I realize that she cares
Black skirt and green tights
onion eyes at times highlight
but unlike us she does not fight
because unlike us she knows