I want a fried egg

I said I want a fried egg, not  tickle my leg
I said is it  colder at night,not when’s your flight
I said where’s my nightdress,not your royal highness.
I said let’s make the bed.  not forsake the dead
I said where’s the emotion, not what a commotion
I said what’s a vibrator, not  you’re a gyrator
I said I feel worn not I feel scorn.
I feel so alone,not I want a scone.
I feel like the world has swung too far,not I’ll be hanged for a guitar
I said,isn’t life fun, not you are the one.
I said,geometry’s curved ,not George’s car swerved.
I said how nice is Obama,not I am the Dalai Lama.
I said,I make my own bread, not  bring back the dead.
I said what is the time,not did you like my mime?
I’m off to bed and I am nearly dead