pain't by numbers

addicted to the figuring
eaten by arithmetic
this is your brain, and
we are getting sick of it
always twisting on a calculator to
quantify the strain
hitched to the rhythm
of a binary train

from here on in I sing
wear velvet, leather gloves
hair slicked so well
but I’m always out of love, like
Elvis was king a spell, a
diplomatic dove
until he started messing
with that evil jezebel

your heart is bigger
than a gigantic fuzzy banana
your legs are stronger
than the cement sidewalk in front of
Keith’s Fine Foods
that’s why I fall to pieces
when you jump up and down