I don't want to disease you, but I'm no good with machinery. And I don't want to freeze you stop looking at the scenery. I keep thinking about your mother. No, I don't want to lick them. I don't want to be your lover. I just want to be your victim.

I'm gonna pass and defer because I believe some poetry needs no explanation, and I actually could only do harm. So I really think that this little postcard by Elvis Costello says everything it needs to say