dis em bo dy

you think you're bob, you're not even george
loving the data like geordi laforge
full future vision in eithers and ors
i see it all leaving - i'm holding the door

fast walker, fast talker, fast eater on offer
the disembabied body in the wilderness alone
dissemble the cycle resemble recycle
you know where to find me, stop holding the phone

you want me to fess up - come on, get your get-up
get your ass out at the end of the day
i should be writing the poems about me
who else will obsess-up to love me that way?