D.O.A.

Oh farm town
5 o'clock
United States of never-ending
Stock market
Industrial age
Digital lover
Hold me in your cold metal arms
Crush my bones to powder
Turn my heart to lead
And gouge out my Oedipal eyes
Give me a 47-letter, beautifully alliterative phrase
And I'll turn it into an acronym for you
Who needs to speak
When the push of a few buttons will send the message for you:
I want you
Take off your clothes
Don't leave your number on the way out

01.12.2010