How sad the castle with no
foundation underground.
Sadder still is the lover with no
mystery left unfound. You threaten to pack your trunks 
and
go back to Chinatown.
Did I say something impolitic or
did I lay it on too thick and
are we breaking up tonight or
can we have a pillow fight?
Do we really need to hire a plane to
carpetbomb down memory lane and
shall we figure out who's right or
can we have a pillow fight?
Diverse unpleasantness
gather around our bed
like pigeons 'round a park bench
clamoring to be fed.
Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding
them poisoned bread.