and Only suckers buck the tiger
yet I feel capital, sterling,
In these cinematic moments
With my forever friends
Who are actual oaks
So Frederick fucking Chopin
Can eat his heart out,
Because in this spelling contest
There is no normal life,
Just life, so we should get on with it,
And since we are all dying,
I’d rather defile myself
With these unpardonable huckleberries,
Whom are stuck with me, for good or ill.