Meet my lookalike,
stay on the lookout for Mike,
his eyes are brown,
out of the lockdown,
do not overlook, or overshare
I am already thinking about where
were you today, free play,
Do as I say, not as I do,
between me and you,
we are not cooks, don't have the looks
we are reading books
about the end of the world
as it is, no global heating, no big freeze
just my trusty freezer, no refrigerator,
velociraptor, gator, combinator
combining combs along the monks,
stonks or bongs, I sang on big-bang,
me and Mrs. Wang, no Qigong, my gong
was starting the kung fu session,
discretion advised, mesmerised,
I was watching you, dress like an alabaster,
going around like a Sufi master,
faster and faster.
Were you stalked by a mime,
I have no time, for this joke,
you little poke, pike, Mike.
Silent and deadly, he was
high bills on electricity and gas,
not much fuss, it has
a story behind it.
Like It and E.T., me, me
I want to go home,
but my home is not here anymore
not much in store,
my home stayed hidden
in my childhood, a long time ago.
And even if I go back,
to the place where I grew up,
my home is not there anymore,
only the house where I lived
as a child, ding-ding,
that's my story, my darling,
I said siping some Darjeeling
tea.
You and me.
