Mmm.. onion-breath

There's really nothing that can get you in the mood for writing obscure, mataphysical poetry like Neutral Milk Hotel. Mmmm... Since I haven't really written anything besides unwaranted silly poems in the past months, here we go:

(It's much better than reading Frankenstein, anyway.)
Yeah, just realized I can't write anything happy. So, here's my half-assed attempt, edit later:

"Forget Walking Steady"

Place that hat on your head
tonight we're drinking away
our inihibitions are here to stay
they've got a card up thier sleeve.

Tonight they're playing aces--
tonight a story beginins,
but this night we're losing our inhibitions,
this chapter has come to an end.

Now she's strutting her stuff
Stop at the door
don't go just yet
there's just something about a red silk dress.

Take a chance,
lose yourself in the game.
There's somthing about a red silk dress,
that made you glad you came.

If there was something you your head,
drown it in a drink.
Tonight we're losing our inhibitions,
doing whatever it takes to make the pieces fit.

Wait for your chance--
ready, steady, hurry and go now,
don't stay and wait it out:
you've got nothing to lose tonight

Wmile with an uncouth stare
it's been a while.
but you've it drank away
you're socially sound.

Tonight they're playing aces--
tonight a story begins.
But this night we're losing our inhibitions.
Thhis chapter came to an end with a shot of gin.