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