i-terated-magination (a song)

        you give me fewer nightmares
        i long for you less these days
        i always worry about you
        i hope that you're doing ok

        your 9-phony "British" accent
        catches S-lovers in a jest
        you share hopes with a bunch of teenagers
        and become a psychoalogical mess

        you're doing ok but you
        want me sorry for you nonetheless
        hence i worry about you non-stop
        end up a psychoalogical mess

 
 
wh,
1991-1992