Cornstarch

You're like a critic/who wasn't sent a presskit
 You can't conceive of anything to write
 You're like a trained dog/who wasn't fed a biscuit
 You won't perform for anyone tonight
 You say you're lonely/but you won't let me visit
 You say you're wounded/but you won't let me kiss it
 But I can see/what you want from me
 By the way your eyebrows arch
 But I'd rather have it watered down
 Than thickened up with cornstarch
 You're like psychic/who says the future's cloudy
 You can't predict how all of this will end
 You do a highkick/you hug me and say howdy
 I'm not convinced that you're fit to be my friend
 You say you're weary/and all your sleep is fretful
 You say you're sorry/but you don't look regretful
 And I can tell/there's a parallel
 Between soldiers on the march
 As they overrun some border town
 And the way you feed me
 Who gets the backlash without all the hype
 Going straight from green to overripe?
 You can fix me forever in your movable type
 I would shout for assistance but you're flooding my windpipe with
 Cornstarch
 You're on your knees/in your powder-blue pajamas
 I'm making scenes/you're constructing dioramas
 As you rehydrate/all your tears of hate
 From their former state/as a concentrate
 So the flavor's not so harsh
 Do you like your gravy rich and brown
 And thickened up with cornstarch?