We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

I want the weird one The one that everyone says is not… That one has created a Self That one I can love

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.