Real Annie

I'm talking to your dad

We're standing outside your house

I'm looking in through your window

And you seem to be having a hard time with your blouse

But you're having a hard time with everything these days

Your grandma said: Annie, they'll take you away

If you put just one more hole into your ear or saying in your skin

Something thoughtful, but off the cuff

We both know that you could neither stick nor poke quite hard enough

To keep a well-read phrase defined for longer than a few hot showers' time

The blood and ink danced a ballet around the drain

Your restlessness abides

It keeps you lukewarm at night

One eye on your clock, four minutes fast

To be sure your promptness shimmers unsurpassed

Steady sinking feeling, doing well concealing

Never so distracted as you are

And I said: Mr. Edward, it's good to see you again

I hope everything is alright with the councilman

I hear on the news all the time he can be a real jerk

But anyway, I'll see you next time you're home early from work