it eats my soul,
you eat eat eat eat my soul
with a capital, sterling Z
that represents every single thing.
I cough and create
and my friends hate,
but I am a bastard
that had seen better days.
mute my mouth
but don't mute my dick,
because even if it isn't quick,
it will still make an Evan Snow farting sound.
then I move on and move up,
keep eating double cheeseburgers
like a dickhead or a sonofabitch
with a coughing witch on his shoulders who is getting older.
with basketball in the background,
I go to the bathroom,
ands sit down like a goddamn saint,
but then I forget what I am supposed to do tomorrow.