If I were you and you were less me,

If I were you and you were less me, we would be more like each other - who ever the hell that person is. Maybe then the world would spin in full circles, and maybe then the downstairs wouldn't be so damn colder then the up, and maybe then you could come up with words that complement mine. You, you are very uncomplimentary all together. All is fine, nor am I.
So sing me your songs and I will play you what little piano I know, and together we will make an orchestra that not even those with little families but big pocketbooks can forget about. I like your shoes and the way you wear your pants. So, you can reprogram my computer or just spend the night.
You say, "I will take a scoop of that with your smile." Little did we both know, I had no smile and you no eyes. Not to worry. All falls in to place when you are 'laying back to the sky' in a pool that the neighbors wished you had cleaned earlier in the week.
It is an eyesore.
You are an eyesore.
The world is an eyesore.

But it's still too early in the season to make a scene. The pavement to our drive way is still too wet. The mother ship came knocking last night, but nobody was home. Nobody is ever home at night.

-gool.