Getting away from being pretty
Much away from it all
I'm reading Anis Mojgani
Poems in the bathroom stall
Someone can see my ankles
Penob for the sadness pangs bro
I keep thinking of internet lovers trousers
Felt good like snow days
When the driveway is plowed first
Let's promise each other
Jefferson City Square Deals
And when friends come over
We'll only cook fair trade meals
Unbutton the front of your
Shirt like Bob Fossil
I'm staring in the mirror for
Too long like Bob Rocksalt
Except Bob Rocksalt is
A linguistic construct
The linguine's all f**ked
And it's my fault this time
David Lipsky can't write like this
When he bundles up his fingers
It's a bright white fist
And he gets NPR reviews
That say he just might exist
I'm jealous subset of envy
Staring at his food
While my plate has plenty
If I was a necromancer
I would bring back Foster Wallace
If I was a necromancer
I would bring back my friend Robert
If I was a necromancer
I would bring back Schopenhauer
If I was a necromancer
I wouldn't be a f**king coward
I feel like Darius Rucker
In a post op world
Made myself an egg sandwich
On the bread with the swirl
When I played basketball
I couldn't never make a free throw
My step sister cries out Oh Bendito
And I feel naked underneath this peacoat
They said I blew it and my forehead
Vein became prominent like Daniel Day Lewis
There will be blood
And my veins are full of mud
And I'm counting down
The days till the flood
Don't think I've seen her in a day
In the litany of ways
I feel like Ian Mackaye
Indeed I make a so so lover
Regardless I'm still
The prince of cocoa butter
