Once, I loved a man, who never once loved me.
I pined for him both day and night,
But he never once loved me.

He played his song for anyone,
For anyone but me,
And I pined for him both day and night
But he never once loved me.
.
His lips were moist, like ripened peach
And his arms were meant for me,

But he played his song both day and night
For anyone,

Anyone, but me.

little poet man
like Robin Williams you can hear them calling
"O Captain my Captain"
but I'm not dead yet
sweating buckets off iced coffee
hiding from this hot American weather
otherwise I'd be nothing but an alcoholic
with a terrible case of sun burn
and a twisted tongue
unwrapping itself slowly
until the winter
when it gets stuck to street lights
curiosity killed the cat
but I introduced the two
all I want for Christmas is to knock out these two front teeth
so maybe then I could whistle at the pretty girls
who don't own designer jeans
or the greatest genes
i have fun with this junk
smiling pitcher with a blown out arm
my eyes open up
and life rushes in all directions
I'm standing still
under the sun
and my personal rain cloud
trying to find the *** of gold chocolate coins
at the end of my streaking color rainbow