Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

My parents threw me to the pits When I was just a little kid That’s why I only know the cold And loving touch is stranglehold

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter

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

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

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

Two is one One is none That’s the world we live in Relative Perspective

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

If you think I’m gonna give up You don’t know shit about me I’m completely stubborn as fuck Ass ain’t got nothin’ on me

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

Sittin’ in a patio chair Breathin’ in the cool night air Listening to the breeze Rustling leaves in trees I’m being the love of life

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