I believe that the empty plastic pet is livelier
than the dead man sickened by loneliness
so mark my words sad and lonely kids
in fact there isn’t but death out of boredom
respectively a demented live solitude
when you’re no-good for nothing
there’s nothing else but cross your hands on your chest
and wait for the church executioner
look I had a bored giraffe
every time
I was slashing its neck
not only that it wasn’t bleeding
but its neck was getting longer
ohooo
it was elongatiiiiiing
it was becoming a cloud falling to earth
like a blind eye of water
and the earthworms were coming her way
squashed by happiness