EPTto build towers; and eat lollipops in Korean
class, I like to play chess, I don't like it
when the high school plays "firework" and shoots
them at homecoming; melded in a piano box I'll
search under the valley with you. I might paint
it but I'm not gonna wash it; unencumber your
psychiatrist and get him to get off the good
stuff; though beware opiates they're addictive and
you get nothing done nothing is fun nothing is
fun nothing is fun besides the weeping willow
where I build cannons and towers to my empty
girlfriend nothing is fun; splash some water on
your face or just fucking wait for the next sunny
day where you'll meet me in heaven and we'll drink wine
or put on some jewelry and light some candles
don't wake up at midnight on ambien unable to
sleep nothing is fun nothing is fun nothing is fun
Ogre Battle
grant me your confessions
let's have a laugh
let's look at this transgender lady
Let's laugh in fits
Let's not wear a Nazi flag
and do sieg hiels
Let's tease Trump
Let's feels
let's be roommates
let's tease pitbulls
let's listen to tarot card lady
(oops, sorry father)
let's look at ghost nipples
let's hang out with some super creepy dudes
I hate sobriety
I hate death
He hates God
I hate blank
He does weird shit
aren't I amazing? Look at my sinful face
confess! Confess! Confess!
Act Presidential
look at the concealed portrait of the king
the true king of america
he's a shadow and black
but the light is brighter
another soggy morning
and soggy stars: bookends
assassinated presidents line the gallery
so twist and shout
with the retro beatles girl
purging your medications
while she says you're super hot
then a butterfly shows you her beauty
but you lost the big game
and now you have no friends but
the gem box is warm and shiny
there be magic here
let's toast at the jazz concert in Omaha
where a cute girl rubs my leg
we need ointments for the anointed one
trap him in a jelly-box a flower box
of lukewarm blue philosophy
in uniform and checking out your car
a toast to the groom
who liked vanilla in his coffee
and his little daughter
who I teach guitar lessons
Omaha
torn being played on the radio
it's about 98 or 99
a 11 year old boy discovers warcraft ii
did natalie write the song for me?
probably not, but maybe so
such a magic summer
