What a sweet dish I am!
I have a few minutes,
but why would I want to share myself with a bunch of aggressive performers in a room?
I have a few minutes,
but why would I want to share myself with a bunch of aggressive performers in a room?
Not coveting fame,
not looking to manage the from-whom and for-whom,
what a sweet dish I am!
not looking to manage the from-whom and for-whom,
what a sweet dish I am!
I could begin
with my poem about not craving virtual replacements,
now that we’re not supposed to be getting together in a room
with my poem about not craving virtual replacements,
now that we’re not supposed to be getting together in a room
anymore. Some Sam-I-Am,
signing up for my five minutes,
among all these other dishes
signing up for my five minutes,
among all these other dishes
who are here to perform.
Well, if this were a righteous strip-tease show, I could abide it,
but it’s just a bunch of aggressive performers with their clothes on in a room—
a virtual room,Well, if this were a righteous strip-tease show, I could abide it,
but it’s just a bunch of aggressive performers with their clothes on in a room—
to make it even more claustrophobic!
What a sweet dish I am!
OK, I’ll sing, but my songs will be butt-naked!
