"The Collection" - (Index by Year)
All over the floor.
One room, four walls, one door.
I offer assistance.
You give me resistance.
Blow-torch breath and bizarre behavior.
You curse me and bow to your stainless steel savior.
Your judgment is gone and personality coarse.
I am left with no alternative--Except force.
Morning comes and you’re ready to go.
I get no apologies for last nights show.
- July 1995 -