I'd work harder if you gave me more. I wouldn't hate life so much if you gave me more. Instead, I am going to sleep at my desk. A bloated fish stinking on the shore, I on your payroll.

Feed me! Feed me more! Feed me now! Feed me again! And then dessert.

I'm going to forget all about you. But not yet.

I got up to let the dog out, And to pee, Me go back to sleep now, Ughn, Invent fire later, Wheel sucks.

Soft when you are dry, Warm when you are wet, Not itchy like wool. My sould is made of fleece, My heart of polypro.

When I bind my tits, I have great posture, An amazing boy silhouette, Or else just heartburn, And discomfort, How is this better than a corset?

There are people, For me, For whom, Place and sobriety, Matter very little, To not at all.

What if you fail? How embarassing.

Where does teh soul lie? In the home? In the country? Is it a thing with feathers? Lit behind a steel door, With booby traps and safety wires.

Shocking is, As shocking does, So, hey, everybody watch this! My moon is in Leo.