Cornstarch Testo

you're like a critic/who wasn't sent a presskityou can't conceive of anything to write
you're like a trained dog/who wasn't fed a biscuit
you won't perform for anyone tonight
you say you're lonely/but you won't let me visit
you say you're wounded/but you won't let me kiss it
but I can see/what you want from me
by the way your eyebrows arch
but I'd rather have it watered down
than thickened up with cornstarch
you're like psychic/who says the future's cloudy
you can't predict how all of this will end
you do a highkick/you hug me and say howdy
I'm not convinced that you're fit to be my friend
you say you're weary/and all your sleep is fretful
you say you're sorry/but you don't look regretful
and I can tell/there's a parallel
between soldiers on the march
as they overrun some border town
and the way you feed me
who gets the backlash without all the hype
going straight from green to overripe?
you can fix me forever in your movable type
I would shout for assistance but you're flooding my windpipe with
cornstarch
you're on your knees/in your powder-blue pajamas
I'm making scenes/you're constructing dioramas
as you rehydrate/all your tears of hate
from their former state/as a concentrate
so the flavor's not so harsh
do you like your gravy rich and brown
and thickened up with cornstarch?