Can these streets get any darker?
I see these
Men
In their
Cars
Mammoths which move at top speeds still screaming at
Me
The sight makes a person perceive purposely what it means to be alive
Nowadays
Whether walking in these woeful streets
Is worth it at all?
Have you ever told a complete stranger
That you hated them?
I never have
I've thought it
Sure
Why not think something awful every once and a while?
Whose it gonna'
Hurt?
Only yourself youthfully yolk dancing with the egg queen
Who says that one night
You pledged your love and you'd want to be Her
Wife
But in that strife
Altogether the silver spoon reminised and knew that He missed
One of the greatest nights of pleasantries and gifts
Selfish we are these men that ride around in
Multi-colored jackets trying to be like
Jesus
All these envelope licking sons' of *******
Sooner or later the post office is gonna' get stolen
And those ego's
Are on the fast track
To get
Swollen

Yes a'
Very funny thing
Yes a'
Very very funny thing