Efforting

Not tonight, it's all up in my head,
Telling you to curl up with a dreamy book instead,
Turn off the loopy fuzz, break out those tarot cards...
My internet pen pals will gamble on my association with smelly bards,
Who love to date rainy graveyards and howl at the sun,
Leaving Dirty Aunts and Uncles to fumble with the gun.
My association with smelly songbirds and song smiths and lyric shepherds,
A circus tent, hyenas, with true confessions, you theatrical leopards.