1987 Patricia Morrison

I knew as soon as I saw her
She was the one for me
Her or someone like her
There was intense yearning
You know teenage boys
Then I kind of manifested her
Onto people that weren't like her
Which was awkward to say the least
I wrote our names on paper
Placed into a scented bottle
Ritually launched my desire
Watched it slip down the drain
Into the local sewer outlet
Heard it smash amongst the turds
I never found my 1987 Patricia Morrison
But I bet 1987 Patricia Morrison
Never found her 1987 Patricia Morrison
Enduring endless pinup yearning
Ignoring an increasing despair-
The overpowering sewer stenches
Everyone's a flawed mess in real life