I was so into dinosaurs

I don’t remember losing interest

But now that I have kids

I just learned about them again

It’s so cool to learn about

What I have become

Soon I will be fossil fuel

Eventually will involve violence

I don’t mind dying a little every day

Especially, since I’m murdering you

With all my small talk

I’m a great person to kill time with

Farted in my face this morning

Six people got sick next door

From Carbon Monoxide poisoning

A  pipe broke on the heating system

The Fire Department woke me up

In order to make sure I was alive

Obviously, one day that Angel

Is going to cut off my head

And shit down my neck

So, I’m alright with losing some sleep

As long as it doesn’t happen every night

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Crossing paths

Pointed in a V

We can cut up

Anyone and anything

That comes between us

That V must be “Victory”

Who meet up with sexy Cannibal women

Will drop their pants despite the possible confusion

Or potential for disaster when she says,

“I’d like to eat your cock”

We can reflect on our missed nightmares:

The push me, pull you

Attitudes of how we treat each other

The ability to get away with murder…

But not a parking ticket

To hear screams and ignore it

Even if it is our own
When I meet New Yorkers outside the City

We can laugh about who we are

But if we meet again in town

It’s hard to say if we will acknowledge each other

We cherish our privacy that much

And now we know each other’s number

We can share

And laugh hysterically…

When we discover

We are laughing at different things

We end up laughing about that

Know when he is going to commit suicide?

Does a Mortician know

When he is going to fall in love with a corpse?

Look, life is a numbers game

Play the lotto

You gotta be in it, to wing it

And it doesn’t matter

What the fuck actually happens

And it can be hard to be ship wrecked

With someone who blames you

For a vessel  that set sail a long time ago

It’s why bumming cigarettes

Is so much easier to bum off the insecure

Than to ever bum a cigar off of a fat fucker

But I’m willing to stay shipwrecked with you

As long as you help me collect the coconuts

We can bang them together

Then flap our wings

For the entertainment

Of the Professor and Mary Anne

We’re only trapped if we feel like we are

And the me, you think you know is me

I mean, if there were a difference

What part would be authentic?

What part would be a bad  reproduction?

Am I just trying to confuse you for

When you think you have a problem with me?

And flipping it around to make you think

That you have a problem with yourself?

I can be such a bastard…

We both agree with that