Tell me doctor, what exactly is the problem? Do I not behave according to
The patterns on your wall? Do I push all your parameters, am I unfit for
Your box? Tell me doc… do you have the perfect cure? Will you shower me
With red ones, green ones and yellow ones? Is the answer in a spike, or
With a rusty knife or in that place they call «heaven»? Ah… there’s no
Need to send me flowers for I have gardens where I go walking with my
Wife. Though I haven’t met her yet, I know she’s coming because she sends
Me messages… lots of messages. It’s along way to Andromeda but we’ll
Marry in the spring.
