Abigail Ann is attaching my heart to hers,
and Monday is for morose mother-fuckers like me.
So eat your cereal and move along,
because like frogs we all change what we are.
From tadpoles to whatcha-know,
our ears ring and we evolve.
I am not a Marder
but a maunder and an idiot.
Something something something,
and I have proof of it.
I am so proud of you;
you have no idea here.
The night ends with stomping upstairs,
wouldn't life be longer with care?