Friday, October 5, 2012

Kicked




My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything
Leaves me totally cold.



The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face.



I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true






That I get a kick
Out of you

 


Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too



Yet I get a kick out of you




I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me you obviously don't
Adore me



I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some guy in the sky is my idea of nothing to do



Yet I get a kick
Out of you






(I really mean it)

  Yes. . .

I

get

a

kick


out

of

you.





 

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
    It took me years to write, will you take a look