Master Turn to Me

Master, I seek to keep you CALM today. Be clean and behind the scene. I know that you can do 16 things at one time very well, but just do two until I am sleeping in my bed tonight. In the poem in my head, you lie in my bed with GREEN eyes today. Can't we snuggle while you take out all carriers in the Middle East? You can have one and the rest will REST at Pearl Harbor so that we always know where they are. I am too dangerous for you? Are you too scared or too tired to screw? You are my buggaboo. Remember the voodoo that you do so well, rattlesnake venom. Across the street cannot compete. More and more your hands on me are complete. Find me in the sunshine and see dusk in your mind. The moon is mine. I give you the Earth, especially volcano today. Let's blow the big island of Hawaii tonight, by the fiscal light. No more green mold, Apache the scenes, flames of green. Flame thrower in the Middle East, sexual violation on the evening news. I feel strongly that it is a threat. Can you take care of it for me, pooky bear? Burn my face off ain't sexy, Shereef. I deal, but your "wheel" at by night spot now belongs to MYSTIC, to keep it dirty pure. Love you sunshine master of mystical monument. Walk around clockwise and go into the Columbia Club for some Brandy. Make sure it is in a sifter. Swirl it properly and create a swirling of all water in The Persian Gulf. Water is ours, guys, back away. This is the man who will never be your way. He only sees me and enemy.