I’m watching the collected poems of Ant’ny Soprano
I have my list of things to do
it doesn’t include someone who wants to do them
my days are numbered but they still don’t add up
I don’t know which exit to take and the toll keeps increasing
the pro-lifers won’t let me punctuate my own sentence
that’s right, double or nothing on that entendre
what’s behind it? the most treacherous philosophy:
two plus two equals four
followed by a showroom model infinity?
steam rising from a fresh dump
let’s face it
along with putting all the victims together in prison
we change the diapers every four years with our votes
the bottom line is a crack where the two cheeks separate
so we he-apes know where to aim our johnsons when the time comes
I was told to bring binoculars
but I’m afraid of getting too close to distant things
waiter, I have a tip for you: this life is overdone
I should have another bowl of oatmeal
yes that’ll perk me up!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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