Now, i ask, is this all for fun?
bless my heart—i’ve a cricket in my pants
chirps a song that’s hard to follow, behold
waiting for them to finish, one of my rants
feeling anxiety, strayed from my stronghold,
yeah, this, my uppity highfalutin path
but i’m headed for oblivion, now
i shan’t be subject, then, to His wrath
feeling on edge? that’s what i can’t allow
neck and shoulders off the bottle, i’ll be alright tomorrow until that day never comes; living forever, darling, that’s the magic he’ll expunge when, low down rascal, cuts through my yard, dog stool in the middle of it
what, now, isn’t he terrible and sad
as he should be—how else will he be true
drawing on the good times, was it all bad?
sit, and fasten yourself to their pew,
when He comes he’ll bring light, we’ll see
what’s going on under the hood of
our car—then off to Bojangles, certainty
abounds.
presidential woman, old enough to screw—they say she’s still in diapers; dropping the f-bomb on a few. i know where i come from—but they don’t know me; man of the mountain, generation z. i can see you, and, let’s be honest, time flies at the break of day
then we’re off, dear love, to our sweet Jesus
my gold sedan can make it around the sun
He’s going to make us rich and famous
my love belongs, ja, to everyone
so ask me if i stutter, may his lovin’
world approach: i see Levis in the sky
watch out for my little man engine
tell me is it time? i’m ready to die -
that’s more of a question than a reason
i’m way ahead of my time; i’d like a beer
when i’m watching tv; to bed when i’m done
long before, lo, the depressant gets near
to something i’m feeling, a protest inside
talking lady love, to the tv I approve
bouncing around, with nothing to hide
it’s just me and the weight—that i move