Natasha

Oh darlink, oh darlink, won’t you give up moose and squirrel business? I am in kitchen sharpenink knives, I am in bedroom sharpenink myself, but you sit on couch, you watch on TV moose pull America out of hat, recite I wanderedlonely as cloud. Daffodils I do not want, my darlink. I want to be nogoodnik with you, and you alone. Squirrel sounds like MiG plane but laughs like Boy Scout, and every time, it is your face bomb explodes in, you and I left holdink bag. Won’t you come outside, see cloud that looks like anvil going to drop on neighbors? I have recipe for happiness, and it is this: forget blueprints, rubber masks, bombs like great, black cherries. Forget even Fearless Leader and his dusty monocle. Let us go, let us take walk and I will show you all of dead baby birds left behind in nests, show you prisons, tent cities, oil slicks big as heartland. Just give me chance, my darlink, and I will show you sometink you will really like.