Conditional Whoop

"Leave Her Alone"

Give me just a little leeway and I'll come over And let you watch me pull my strings-- Of course I could always just sit this way and twitch While you try out the strings yourself! In fact, if you'll trust me for it, I'll borrow your face and faith, pretty Miss, And make my wishful features known Beneath white bones and skin, Beneath dark clouds preceding pouring rain, Instead of whistling like some lousy millionaire Or a missile speeding by, Spent but still going to its intended zone Past barren trees and bloody hills! I have a syringe in my arm And a pack of weary cards in my pocket, But nothing's coming through! I've been a junkie for a thousand years Or maybe a little less... I need a little wiggle room, that's what I say these days. It's not to get you hot, not for thrills. Just give it to me now without delay, without burlesque, And I'll barbecue your maybes and lift your eyeballs While you cool your heels on your sister's marbles. She always liked to change the games of chance So she could win. I always liked her looks-- I like her little rosebuds, I like her shiny pearls, But she's a whole year younger, So if you wish I'll toast her And only touch her bumpy head While you convey her bunny heart and soul Somewhere by diffraction--hop skip and jump!-- Far beyond this Satan's cluttered clump of chitchat, This eternal dire distraction! I'll retranslate your could-bes And caution everyone About those dingy photos of your sister In her wet and clinging swimsuit! Just come over here and I'll quit it all for Love. Otherwise, I'll gravitate to Your sister's quiet gravity again And those dismal postcards she lately sends About Hurricane Athena and Zero Risks. Then we'll promote her out of here While she pleads with one and all For more stamps and far less attention. "No more, no more!" she cries. "Why do you have to give me more?!"