falling like acorns
under my feet. If I collect them
all I’d have a bowl of nuttiness. I
don’t get what people expect these

days. There’s enough love to go
around. But it seems like some poor slob
is always starved. When you’re young you
never have to ask for affection. Everyone

ooh and ah’s, you, wants to hold you. They pass
you around. You feel like a horse on the merry-
go-round. But when you lose your chubby cheeks
and grow a pair of ******* things look bleak. Those

same people that wanted to hold you
now want to f@*#k you and break
your heart. I had a river, a river of dreams –
now I have a barrel full of monkeys