That thing, give it to me, please Your shiny clicky click-clack The faceted rock I want to squeeze A precious stone, your plastic jewels, Give them to me now. Or I’ll shoot? I’ll shoot. I need the shinies, the pretties To put them in my…

First, sunlight peeking through the window A loud tumble out of bed The smell of sizzling meats A soft kiss on the cheek Then later, The sound of water crashing nearby, The coolness of it caressing skin The lightness of weight as we swim Then…