i dont need a dishwasher i dont need a new mattress

i dont need a tv in the living room. i dont need an xwife. i dont need rush limbaugh to hope america succeeds. i dont need a washer and dryer where my fridge is.

i dont need any new clothes. i dont need to fly first class. i dont need rockstar parking. i dont need fries with that.

i dont need a vip pass. i dont need a gazillion readers to the busblog. i dont need haters to suddenly stop hating.

i dont need new sheets. i dont need a hand. i dont need a million comments on every post. i dont need to write another book. i dont need higher education. i dont need to get it.

i dont need howard stern on demand on my directv. i dont need the cubs to get manny. i dont need the right wing blogosphere to give obama a chance. i dont need a house two point three kids a minivan and one point two wives.

i dont need a flowbee or a shamwah or a blanket with arms in it. i dont need any stimulus relief. i dont need to read another book by margaret atwood.

all i need is just a few more hours of sleep.

but shes stroking my arm with her presson nails.

which isnt the universal sign for pleasant dreams bloggr.

so i roll over and say like janet jackson, i need a beat.