I send pictures through the mail
Of buried treasures and humpback whales
To famous people I do not know
I sign "Sincerely, Matthias Doe"
I await their response
Some send none, some send cops
There was one, a senator
From the island of Corsica
She sent one from a shell
She blew right through it and ordered a spell
I, N, T, H, E, B, E, G, I, N, N, I, N, G, T, H, E, R, E, I, S
Nothingness
But after I, I heard it all
I knew she was a false prophet as was foretold
She's not the angel that I know
She's not the woman for whom I am born
Doberman pinchers guard the doors
Of these celebrities I adore
I give them misinformation
9 times of 10 it leads to persuasion
Wolves do not howl at the moon
But at the fluffed-up poodles
I waltz in like a king
Instead of pictures, I take their things
I waltz out to their homes
Arranging their things in the shape of songs