Nobody You Want To Know

she ain’t gonna call you back

whatreyoudoingsaturdaynight:

and i’ve a rep as a walking structure unemployed as an animal-installation occupying the rented space as an intimate object your regular everyday float in the city-day parade

this necktie is so tight i can’t hardly breathe waiting to find privacy to kick off this uncomfortable costume but hey at least i’m out of the house and looking snazzy

maybe someone will see my face so sick i can’t go home

the top half of an old top hat and abraham lincoln’s magician outfit

a jester with a part time job juggling

no, i said i need A heroine. not SOME heroine

sometimes you put the ‘harp’ in harpoon

others you put the ‘poon’ in harpoon

i don’t believe in lennon, brennan, g, or ge