i'm down

i can't write in digital oil and build
my engineering rush has rushed off

i'm a snow scene bauble
a bright glass ball to shake for instant winter
i was sitting on a table top
the table vanished
i'm to the floor and smashed

i'm in a dark club
a pretty girl with eyes tangled mine
some bastard turns the lights full on
she realises i'm twice her age
thirty eight times as ugly
the rush she feels in her loins
a need to piss

ah well
the rush may have rushed off
but from such things
comes the great technologies

not this time