Reclaiming the Electric Thing

Yea, I'm one of those

Who just gets lost,

Without a hope or prayer...

I'm one of those

Anesthetized 

By the power-driven

Glare

Of the 

Television,

In all it's glory...

...Breathing down my 

Neck...

Is the world 

I've put on ice,

Tonight!...

...I'm beginning to 

Suspect

That all is wrecked,

And gone to 

Hell...

I'm always too 

Far-gone to tell.

Yea, I'm one of those

Who just gets lost...

...Help me, please,

From my defeat!...

I'm one of those

Who just gets lost...

...Leaving no place

To retreat...

...But to your arms,

And to your legs,

And to that purse

That throbs...

...Electric accents

Come and fade,

In the shadow

Of it's knobs,

I lick the spot 

That makes you

Shake...

...I bring you 

To convulse!...

...And now we are

The Electric Thing...

...Charged, and ready,

With a pulse!...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire