I am killing myself for evil causes.
Like the rest of it, I often wonder
Who the boss is,
But don’t we get the just of it,
Especially when we’re lit,
High flying, agnostic,
I wanted to love her, but she was already
Wearing my closet:
The dogs are circling the bush,
Or they are making a deposit:
I wish to god I was on an airplane being
Entertained by a stewardess,
As we leap together, mostly inebriate,
Over the inextinguishably
Blue faucet.
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