I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

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

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

A six hour nap I couldn’t explain Until I once tried This indica strain I took a few puffs

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed