Such a tragic invention
Mr.Montana,
Such a bad idea,
So very far from the essence,

I am searching for your,
Everyday approval,

In desire I see what you need,
Mostly,

As I said previously,
To the black brown bear staring at me,

"Droies betin' me say say I" like a line off a film long forgotten,

I'm a makeshift lifeless doll to this ****** world of crime and hatred,

If you die alone I said to myself,
I'll call you on the little fuzzy phone,
While sitting in the Styrofoam,
Waiting for the heavenly splendors,
To answer again,

Save me from this ****** depression,
The dog howls to God alone,

His voice rings like chirping birds,
And flies like spinning daises