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Morning Wood

after 'Norwegian Wood' by Lennon/McCartney

I dreamed of a boy

I wish I could say he dreamt of me.

He stood in my room

Isn’t it good morning wood.

He told me to watch

as he took off his clothes one by one.

I couldn’t say no

when he promised me that we’d have fun.

I lay on my back watching the show

fearing he’d go.

He was down to his briefs when he said

‘It’s time for bed'.

He said, ‘You’re quite old, and me,

I’m still in my teens.

I’ll do anything that you like

but it’s all in your dreams.’

Then, when I awoke, not so cool,

he’d gone to school.

So I had a long lie

Isn’t it good morning wood.

The Fool

He walks right past in his tight white pants

that handsome boy, so arrogant –

self-sufficient, thinks he's cool,

not knowing he needs me – what a fool.

He glides along, aloof as a swan,

grown like a man, cruel as a child,

not pausing even to toss me a glance

let alone one of his heart-stopping smiles,

leaving me desperate, down in the dirt,

scars on my soul and stains on my shirt.

His pretty white bottom moves off into town:

once I was him, now an old clown.