have I forgotten the smallest detail?
Of what being my soul mate would therein entail?
“Just release your anger,” I heard her say;
It was obvious to me, she likes it that way.

I hope they occupy Wall Street forever,
I’m just getting high, and cheering them on.
Please love, forget me never;
my moment’s here, I must be gone.

The world is just one big theater,
with millions of different characters;
I play an active part talking to mirrors,
and singing with my back turned.

As I stood alone for her neglect,
her thoughts went astray and straight, to sex.
She got a little rough and also abusive.
I was on drugs, feeling very illusive.

But she wasted no time, distracting my mind,
as she dropped onto the bed.
“Put it inside, please, fuck me dry,”
is exactly what she said.

“No thanks,” I replied,
“there’s a circle in my head,
I’m still quite occupied,
Occupying Wall street instead.