And when he cries I talk
And when he smiles I joke
But when he lies I smoke
And knock
And lock
And walk

My neighbor
Steals my morning newspaper
Off my doorstep every day
For years
And now, he moved on
Maybe to another city
Maybe he's dead

As for Me,
I was left here
With unnecessary newspapers
And no one to focus
My burning hate on

I'm telling lies to terrorize tame territory,
and so they'll strip me down, string me up, and bleed me dry of glory.
Mourning from the morning after, hanging from a ceiling rafter.
Two rows of platinum canines, call me a gangsta-veloci-rapper.

Truly emancipated, drinking whiskey from Lincoln's skull.
Proclamation of my bank roll grants more ***** than animal control.
Flicking cigarettes at MC's who think they're superior,
into their passenger window to burn holes in their interior.

I run all night, jiggle my handle after flushing.
All the plump gals seem to love me, I've got their cellulite a'blushing.
I don't like *****, but I'll sip on something Russian,
if you ship her in the mail first class from your Middle-Euro cousin.

How softly snow falls
In the woods, on the walls,
On the leaves, down the lanes,
And like the moon slowly wanes.

The trees bear silver fruits
And silver water makes its routes,
Earth is silver in full bloom,
Life is beauty without boom.