Monday Morning Musings

Look at this shit eating grin. Check out the clown serving up shots and taking naps on the side of the road. Will walk for food. Will strip for money. Will forget to remember. I'm losing the appetite. We can find a cleft in this mountain where the sun won't find us. Why talk about what we can do when we could be doing something else? Finding a cure for this national boredom, we'll do a wavy dance around each other, avoiding hands. There's gum stuck under my shoe, thanks a lot, asshole. There's trash cans collecting your obscene thoughts. I'm hiding something in my fridge and I swear I didn't kill it myself. It's supposed to come wrapped in plastic like your mother's couch. You're a dead man.