Charles Michael

There's a hole in my velvet Elvis, it grows every time I move I need something...more, more than what I'm getting a little sympathy for this aged agitator, why can't anyone understand that? I need my coat cause it's cold outside and I'm stuck here till it gets here, how am I supposed to sleep when I can't get out of bed, when my covers leave me cold? So I put this heated thing on my forehead it doesn't help, and it makes my feet sweat How do I feel? I'm tied up with strife this is just a metaphor for my...life I scream at the things that can take it I hope they feel what I want to do to them like the metal and technical that make my life crazy, but they listen in on my conversations plotting their attacks. I'll be ready this time with a oven mitt and a baseball bat. Crawling back to my canton, my house stares at me "Stupid house; Can't you see I'm stuck? Call someone, I've fallen and I can' get up. I sprained my toe, I think I'm really hurt, Use your shady fingers to hit my medic alert. but alas, you're just brick and wood I'll have to suck it up...