Bad Idea

I know a bad idea when I see one
It starts so warm and sickly sweet
Drop by drop it whispers, "baby"
Convinces you it's safe to sleep

In sleepy sleep reality's dreaming
The sinking feeling but a lie
Among the clouds soaring so freely
Easy to slip and sit a while

Gleaming teeth so slowly counted
Their use is far from minds so few
But drunk and somnolently flouted
The trap will catch and that's the end of you

...

One I wrote at work days ago. I still have some ideas that haven't come together yet. Maybe later tonight.

DIY

Either she'll run out
of stupid things to say
or
IKEA will run out
of crappy bookcases