I wish I knew **** about the sky
nothing about vapor and molecules and precipitation
or ***** of angry hydrogen

God! Send down a bolt from sky,
or a loose-y from a passing over Boeing 737
(I'm not picky)

Let it strike me right through the frontal lobe
and let the caveman crawl to the mountain top
and throw his arms up
and see the heavens torn asunder.

Sometimes you want to talk about Serious Matters
Dark matters of philosophy, like death and free will.
You know that I'll sit down and listen.
For such stuff is (my favorite) bitter pill.

I'll furrow my big eyebrows with intent,
but secretly I am not being that true.
Inside I am still smiling,
Because I'm talking such matters with YOU!

I am much too fat, to sit on the grass.
The brown earth is too weird,
For my ugly white ***.

Deep wind breaths as we go.
God!
The sky! The hills! The trees! And
Oh
There’s petco.

The wind is cold
But god!
The sun is so warm

I can't afford shoes.
What should i do?
i'll get my friends
i'll get a gun
i'll come for you

Your morals
Your goals
Your image
Your life