delivery

I give my heart for deliver.
After tree days naked,
ready waiting for the love,
All I get is readin' newpaper.

A simple smile by wax
could make it better
Until I get dressed, but
They're all made of botox.

Try it once, they said.
I'd tried and I'm tired
I'd wrote a thousand
Letters to no one.

I send them never
I gotta get down this fever
If it's fair or clever
I'll give my heart for deliever.


dedicado a Vicky