"Of all the gin joints in the world,

"she had to walk into mine."

I am a corporate whore, and sweetie things have never been this good.
I am standing on my head for this, but all I can bring myself to do is push him away.
Mary, Mary, quite Contrary,
How does your garden grow grow grow grow?
With metaphors and similies and poorly masked allusions to myself.

I woke up at dawn today.
Wake up! cried the sun, and wake up I did.
The light that fights what should be the night.