Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whoreAnd I'm young and I'm strongBut I feel old and tiredOverfired And I've been poked and stoked It's all smoke, there's no more fireOnly desire For you, whoever you areFor you, whoever you are You say my time...

Give me something, Give me silence, Give me jokes, live it out with my peanut dreams. Give me daylight, Give me sundays, Give me strokes with the folks and their peanut dreams