Jamie - She touches your shoulder. She accuses you of intelligence. And she drinks all your wine. She tells you she smells something burning. Yeh, well, we might make it back home again. It just gets darker --- And I'm here to get an explanation: Yin and yang will be aimed against me Until next month. Your buddy Your Computer Poet looks good and hard in your shower. And my reaction doesn't even register. He looks like Aleister Crowley on wheels. And gives me back my strength, my hardness - And has a grip on my heart. With obvious haste His guardian angel --- Dumbly Reads aloud from the newspaper. Bathed in golden pleasure The lawyers Speak fondly of A hopeless craving for times long gone. A guy known as Your Computer Poet floats away ---