Trust you? The last time I trusted you, Mookie, I ended up with a son.
Monday, June 17, 2019
Thursday, June 13, 2019
She's so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat
and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh God, I could do better than that
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Sometimes, I wonder if we're living in the same land
Why'd you want to be my friend
When I feel like a juggler running out of hands?
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
I remember one night the kid cut off his right arm
In a bid to save a bit of power
He got fifty thousand watts
In a big acoustic tower