The sweetness of your lips cannot diffuse
The creeping sense of boredom you instil
Within my mind. With scads of time to fill,
I gaze at everyone you buy and use,
But spend my hours alone. I take a pill
And game against myself -- I always lose --
And dream of going on a river cruise.
I pour a drink and wonder 'Could I kill?'
You seem so damn' mundane, and I refuse
To fit your mould again. My life stands still
When I'm with you. But now I have a will
To live: I've grossly overpaid my dues.
So don't you bother writing up a bill,
'Cause I'll short change you, winking at the till.
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