Samizdat

You are my only friend now
As we reach the end now
Some carbonized feeling
Melting plastic on the kitchen ceiling

You know that you're the greatest
Of the serial number haters
If you could step to the left now
Someone else will be the best now

Please forgive me

Greek mythology might yet save us
Like the crosswords in the daily papers
And the fly paper on your forehead
Laughing loudly or faking instead

Carefree androids shop for diet coke
A pack of matches and a vampire's cloak
What is it that you crave for
Your head caves in and your ankles feel sore