Getting Off On The Licks

Everyone, panic!  We need more caring.  Care, dangit, care!  Hear me, hear me, hear me whisper.  You will care.

This irrelevant person kept right on, losing his thought train, blabbering about, indecently.  Creepily.  Gropingly.  Hovering like a frustrated schoolmaster gone bad, with a ruler and an eyeball.  Getting off on the licks.

Dark seasons and rooms with scary ceilings, thoughts of woe and tragedy, sleepy, sleepy now.  Find your own hut, Mister.  Your dignity is homeless, its got needles in its veins, junked out, wired.  We should all care a bit less, that's all.  Care a bit less.