I came here with my clay
Ready to throw down.

Santa was found close to a fuel tank stealing petrol
Santa is a thief
No wonder he never runs out of gifts
He steals them from people
And give to other people
Smart move
Santa is coming
And he would make this place feel like Christmas
With his stolen gifts

I guess

I’ve made myself into the woman
I thought I would never have to be

I think therefore I am
I'm pink therefore I'm spam
These are some one else's words
I'm just a piece o ham.

In My Letter to You
I told the troubled truth
Ghost of my soul
Joy of my youth

55 and falling
Haunted man, Haunted mind
Nevermore, Baltimore
I hope you treat me kind