I was going home. Wanted to be alone. I broke the telephone. Wanted to be unknown. Words were dancing like stars. Thoughts were faster than cars. We were uglier than scars. We went to peepshows and bars. So horny I couldn't sleep. So corny I couldn't speak. So lazy I couldn't die. So honest I couldn't lie. I tried so hard to make this count In the prettiness of making sounds. I tried so hard to write this down But still the pages remain blank.