How and why did I
just find you so freaking perfect?

Maybe it's real obvious now,
about how and why I did.

You lifted the lid off my world
and hid all hate from me
Ridded me of all my pain,
for a day or two so I could finally see.

How did it really happen?
It happened late at night,
while we were serving dinner,
lit by candle light.

Fuzzy smells on frizzy hair
is how I held her first.
I helped hand out tickets,
and she helped me with dessert.

Across the room,
she worked away
and worked her way towards me.

And I loved talking shop,
So I got on my knee.

I helped her with her cravings,
and she put a lid on me
She simmered in the mornings,
while we sang and climbed up trees.

At night, it's late
And life so tragic.
That's when she cursed my life
With her yoga magic.

Blanked in intestine wrapped tarmac built buildings.
Show in the end of protein trails,
can be found on ends of grapevines and haphazard wastes is the end
of loops and tangled edges border on tree trunks and the stumps staked upon the ground based upon
unscruptulious washing,
and bashings,
and unbrazened dealed,
left welt, unmelted and welded
bled and bleeding
melted
hell bend
understood
intrepid
instead its
hell
hell
under out spell
nothing
but hell
hell
hell

I wish I hadn't had it.
But I held it
It was magic.

I have and held magic
And now I hate,
and hate myself.

Felted in my own fabric
Of moldy fuzz and filth

Is a tapestry of life so tragic
built on edges of forged hilts.

Wriggling in my cast iron stew ***
was a bunch fried up lives with no soul

Biggering a smile lines up
With a thousand gallon malcontent pool.

Owed in after thoughts on rafters on left
bacon and inter muscular fat.
It's that and high blood pressure
that's on my mind when I'm at bat.

It just like I want life to be okay and just pretty.

A clean ground is the basis of a Right and "righteous city."

Only when the moltovs makes a mound out of my dread,

Only when the Alpha rakes his rake, is when I play dead.

All we need is love and hate;
And all we need is air;
Out of my life, I love oxygen;
O2 is when I mean air.

I really just love talking.
I really just love you.
I really just don't want to...
I'll leave it all to you.

You were the reason,
You were plan A
I found no where to B.

You were the season and the air.
You're a visionary.

I never knew a motor who had held it's blade so low
I'd never known a cutter who had deep cuts that They would show.

Never in a million years would sheer hair tear a part of me.

Your hair was brown.
And mine was black.

But gray is all I see.

All I can see is two people.
Two old fleshbags wasting food

All I see is the church we built.
The gooey stoop that held our mood.

I'll only plop a squat when concrete hell is mooshy met.
I'll only forget my god and dog, when my preacher is my vet.