I am entitled to save myself after being Coach McGuirk last summer.
This mustache carries baggage, man,
tonight’s look, porn parody Carl Van Vechten! There is no hope of reconciliation.
Yes I can always move somewhere else, flee somewhere, but where?
Mixing Funkadelic and being a children’s almanac. It’s a for-profit volcano.
Ugh, it had a completely different ring to it.
I am listening to a sad story on Craigslist, also the egg rolls in my pants.
Maybe I ought to go to Washington Square Park for a few years
I am listening to songs from the federal government.
You have to find a completely different ring to equal pay between the cisgenders.
Damn everybody’s getting engaged,
I am listening to a scapegoat, they haven’t legalized Nardolilli marriage yet.