baby, have you got enough gas - Prince
You fell into the ocean better than a lizard, at least.
Flash of screwed up teeth, you drunken-yelled CALL 9-11,
CALL FOR HELP. Sex. I tossed in the towel and you swam to it.
Lion is how this moved through me, but funny like butt jokes.
Here a roar, there a shooting cheer. No drowning. We just met.
Not in a WHEN, or a WHAT, but in a THIS. 17 year overdose.
In this episode, the audience will be hanging on
for the contents of a refrigerator, snoring,
utterances.
No finish. There’s honestly fuck-all in
the end to begin with.