BARON SATURDAY
I'm so special, no one can compare
How can you see all these things in me?
I can't believe you
I'm looking in my funhouse mirror
I'm disgusted by what I see
I strain to catch a glimpse of the light
You claim to see around me
And the more I try to run away
The more you pull me back
And the more you try to love me
The more that I attack
I just can't see what you see in me
You want to destroy self-portraits that I paint
Through Picasso's eyes
But it's hard to discard
Weapons that I use
In my daily self-d
Spanish Flea
Keep off the grass.
Children at play.
No deposit, no return.
No casting today.
Wait for the dialtone.
Do not fold, do not bend.
Do not open till Christmas.
Open other end.
No checks cashed,
Make deliveries in the rear.
Shake well before using.
This end up, my dear.
Close cover before striking.
Do not push, do not shove.
No shorts in the dining room.
Dump no rubbish, my love.
(Don't be a fool, don't be a fool, my love.)
Made in Japan.
Slippery when wet.
Save this wrapper to dispose of gum.
All sales final, my pet.
Do not write in this space.
Do not cross double line.
For external use only.
Inspected by number 29.
Curb your dog.
Keep away from heat.
Do not remove this tag
Under penalty of law, my sweet!
Speed checked by radar.
Positively no admission.
Oh my darling, if pain persists,
Consult physician!
My love gave me a sign.
sallysally@usa.net