Ego-centricity, sounds like electricity. But it's so fucking bad, it can drive you maaaad. Orders from your brain, will make you insane. They'll tear you apart, if you ain't got a heart. Sissy or centric, who gives a fuck. If you're one or the other, you're out of luck. But there is a cure, for this wicked curse, 'tis two loving hearts, one a good strict nurse. You must love her true, give her all of you; and she'll nurse you along, so you never go wrong. But your ego will wilt, serves it right for it's guilt. That's the hard thing to take, yet that's the best break. So if you want to be cured, 'cos of what you've endured, find yourself a mate, before it's too late.
Reason for writing:
I think I may have found love, and the formula for happiness, but unless I get the chance to try it, I'll never know for sure. But I don't know any nurses, at least, I don't think I do. I know some angels, but they're not quite the same as nurses, but nurses are of course angels too. But where can you find a nurse that'll look after you forever (provided you give her your all). I wonder if all nurses wear stockings and suspenders, or just the ones on tv.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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