thanking them
for good problems.
The dreaded summer
G train shutdown started,
and Franco farted.
Cardboard Bill is here
with his chick
who called his dick Circumstance.
Toxic relationships are a dime a dozen,
especially where I come from,
but I am so done with the drama.
I think my new favorite color
is olive green,
and maybe navy was a lie all along.
With the Bible in his throat,
Marty passes me the spliff,
and I just roll with it.
I tried playing dead,
but it backfired,
so I played along instead.
The party continues
and I am straight goofin'
because I have no time for the blues.
We will head down to Willytowne
and get down with the young crowd,
until I leave with nothing but gratitude up my sleeve.