As Billy Idol has stated,
‘There is nothing fair, safe, sure, or pure in this world’
Seems as though we’re all commodities hurled
May as well don a UPC code
In order to buy that ‘Pie A’ la Mode’
Does a ‘Meet & Greet’ come with a money back guarantee?
Could I also buy property insurance?
In case one of us breaks down?
Or maybe I accidentally cut myself
On his belt as I’m jumping into his lap?
(Whew! That was some kind of lap dance, huh?)
The only guarantee I could fathom
Is that fear being but a phantom
Jumping at sales or price markdowns
Doesn’t give me clearance
To just be around
And all my dreams are all what they seem
Rip the seams apart
And it could break my heart
But as we all know, it always stays intact
Until a heart attack
So, my heart goes pitter patter
Since it simply must not splatter