Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind,
Possessing and caressing me.

Burlesque? What is this burlesque?
Ladies getting undressed… on stage.
Julie, I’m going to have to ask you to stop that. My roommate is trying to sleep and does not appreciate my hysterical...