Terminally Chill

	Just asleep, she's been waiting to creep
	For a long time
	Friendly eyes, so small, they rise
	From the waist line
	In dreams came callipygous things
	To my bedside
	And shrimped so she's pullin' the plugs
	To the outside
	Like the days when the lovesick haze
	Chemical fried
	Lock your face, point to minimum waits
	Friends to decide
	Mostly nights when your perfumes hide
	To my eyeOn all my soup we caught
	In the tide