Please/I've had fucking enough already
Those with fragile hearts and minds shouldn't bother
with love and such sorts.
So I drove for awhile.
Percival lends sympathetic ears...
Do fish have ears?
Adam Duritz lends a depressing atmosphere
as he wants to be the knife that cuts into his hand.
I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand.
A car with one headlight passes by.
What happened to the other headlight?
Mystery lends an aura of intrigue and mystique.
That's what I lacked tonite.
I have a giant box of Nerds and a Frosty's Cherry Limeade Soda to make me feel better
about life in general.
They help tremendoulsy.
After the one-headlighted car passes--
I encounter a bridge.
There are two ducks dead.
Run over.
I cry some more. Tears of a crush and tears for two ducks mingle.
And Percival gapes.
And Adam Duritz sings of being scattered from here in this catapault...
I wanna be scattered from here in this catapault.
And I wonder.../Why does the car have one headlight?
And why must my heart get bruised so easily?
I was always a bleeder.
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(BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND:) "THE ENCHILADA POEM"
My soul is a deep void of enchiladas
drowning in a sea of red sauce and processed cheese
I SAID NO ONIONS MUTHERFUKER!!!
I walk out into the cracked parking lot, a metaphor for my life.
Thoroughly disgruntled, a metaphor for society.
I drop the enchilada.
The enchilada is on the ground,
the enchilada is on the ground,
the enchilada is on the ground....
