I know that you're probably mad at me. I've come
to expect that. You know that you'll never have
all of me, you've come to resent that. You say
"tomato", I say "video games", you're acting so
solemn. You'll take the precious remote control
from me. Do I sound like Gollum? (It's) not that
I'm escaping, you charm me like the flame does
moths, it's just that you'd prefer me docile, like
a narcoleptic sloth. The wizard needs food badly,
the Voltron can't be incomplete. The things I
love, you hate so madly, I must not go down in
defeat. In the hunter-gatherer societies, I'd
bring home the bacon. Public thought says men
should try and be tame, stirred but not shaken. I
say "baseball" then you start to cry, I'm sorry I
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die, this must bereave you. I know that you try so
hard, and I'm not saying it's a sin, it's just
that they don't feel my pain, in Vogue or
Cosmopolitan. And I'm sure you have your reasons,
but listen to me please... I want the G.I. Joe
with the Kung-Fu action grip. I want Nintendo with
the extra-graphics-microchip. Tackle football with
rocks, and sticks, and knives, and pain... I want
a truck with the four wheel drive train. You'd
rather see me get good at bookkeepping, I could
clean house in the time that I'm not sleeping. I
live to serve you, and I don't want to be rude,
but you should see that the wizard needs food.