here...there...everybloody where...

I laugh at your jokes and eat the 

sandwich that you offer me...

why do they...look at me...oh god...

why do they ask me to ...leave

ohh..who eats this sandwich...please pay the bill 

as I cannot pay the bill, I mean it, the bill...

why are my legs dancing...

all my open thinking is this silly dance...

(look!)...(I will sit down and I think)

 

''Babe,    babe?   shall we leave?

eh?...''

 

(this bitch has me sussed)...no...I mean...

let's stay...or maybe...(oh why do I sound so different?)

 

''Babe,    I can call a cab...''

 

Let's go...(I could cry, only that I don't want to)

 

the floor is asking me to wait (I know I can survive)

how far are my legs...

 

''hold onto me...''

I am tired... I need speach

speak...spatch... this word will not

cuu

''Please, will someone call an ambulance!''

 

words and foto  T Carroll