they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…