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

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

Fumbling in the dark Searching for my clothes Looking for a girl With my third eye closed

Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

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.

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

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

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

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

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

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

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.