Were you the one who lifted that toilet paper from rehab?
That’s some fine industry, ain’t 2-ply
But that’s some fine *** 1-ply.
(You do what ye’d like, sir, I’m a-headin down to YOU-gene to get MEself a turkey DIN-ner!)
I’ll getcha a 40 if you lift one of them American Flags from the apartments over there.
Check it, Frat folks are a patriotic bunch.
What’re we gonna do with it when we get it?
Sew it round my hips, imma burn the edges up to my thigh,
I wanna look like *** tonight.
While you do that I’m gonna sew it into the toilet paper.
Patch it through here and there,
That’s some fine industry,
American-ply.
(It’s not such a bad way to *** around, so long as ye ain’t got a burden on the back, make the tire drag. Yissir, if ye can do without, ye can go just about anywhere.)
I’m gonna write Positive Liberal Slogans on it.
*******.

From across the park she’s looking in the window from the garden,
holding her child wrapped in cotton.
She hasn’t moved for a while now and I start to wonder
How something that looks so much like someone I want to love
Can be just a pile of sticks and nets and perspective.