The Polka Dots from Her Hair

No.....you don't see me.
Nay me.
Never me.
Nor did I ever see me.

Did I not always exist?
Not to me. Nay.
And alas, day by dying day
the answer, it seems, surely becomes....Yay.


'tis given in the way I hope receive it.
Give it to get it.
To get it.
It.

The here.....the now....the...."everything"
Drives it 'round and 'round.
Cause here I am: one with the town.
Becoming one with the ground.

To you I come down.
Dance me. Romance me. Shake the pants off me.
I've been yours as you'll be mine.
Discover that Yay....be thy same as Nay.