Yeah, but that’s not all I do.
I take a hard angle
Against the grain, usually
To seek the radicals.
I’m center based
But to the ends of each side of the table
I see the myriad of christs disciples
And If I ever get 12 at a fire
Or rollie 12 joints
I name them slowly,
Peter, pecker, pickle dick eater.
See, that’s just SOOO jesusy.
Some find my offensive
Like it gives them instant aneyurism
What a shitty fucking word
For the best way to kill someone.
I used to use it in every sentence to the doctor.
So I had my own blowout stroke
And I know damn well bud would make me a better soldier
At least not depressed from the lack of love of bud
And these fat bitches at college cant be trusted.
I guess I’ll be fat by next year
But I just want to clean out my fucking arteries.
I used to be so mediated between nicotine and thc
Like taking the gains of each on the high road.
Now I’m just fucking burning out on showers
And the shit-ass placement of my window in the west
Another 88 degree summer.
I assume the ac will work better,
Cuz I finally quit being a hypocrite,
And cleaned the fucking filter.
One last statutory glance.
Babies, if you need my peepee
To feel better.
I made a. powerpoint
About the weird ways of loving kids
Without your naked dick out
Ma, you better have gotten me some clothes
So I can show when they ask politely for help.