Alvin

Who hasn't thought, alone and perplexed, thinking of what you've bought, over a drink of wine, the burdens of text, Birthdays and Valentines, what we buy that's caught, down pipelines of the vexed, wonder what we're doing, with women Online, who will pop up next, and ask for our time, generally divorced, light through a dark vest, drunk and overwrought, it's me at the shopping mall, staring at the rest, will anyone give a call, draw a bundle of noughts, these compatability tests, supposed to be joyous, just like all the rest.