Tuesday, May 19, 2009


I want to see you
I love to need you
I love to be with you

Its a great day to be with you
No place I'd rather be
Than here with you

I'm happy to be a fish out of water
With you I can breathe the air
I love to love you


Zero plus one,
Only one.
Still just one,
That zero is me.

Alone and happy,
Single and campy.

Zero is zero.
Subtract, add.


College is business,
Their product is knowledge.
Not paper,
At the end of four years.

If all that is wanted is the diploma,
A piece of paper can recreate that.

Then yours is just as real,
Only thousands less.
Than the real cost,
Of a real education.


Mate you are my paper,
And I your faithful pen.
I write and write right,
I don't know when to stop.

I jot I doodle,
I script.
How to do it,
Rhyme that is.

Legal, art,
Bonded or copy.
So many choices,
One truth in the statement.


I give you a song,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you rhythm,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you guitar,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!

I give you an outro,
You dance along.

Cha Cha Cha!


Lets give a shout,
Lets give a toast.

To one more day,

To breathe and to win,
We don't want to die.

We are here.

One more day,

We are here.


I like to be sexed,
I like to be sexual.

I like to sex.

I'm not a whore,
Its more like a chore.
I hope I'm not a bore,
In bed.


Are we jocks?

Are we nerds?

What are we?
We are preps.

Live life to the limit,
and we don't like tests.

We are preps.


You got me by the balls.
I try to run in the closet,
You get me in the halls.

Run to you instead.
I try to get ahead.

I like to be alone.
Don't bitch,
Don't moan.

You got my balls.
Two Barbie dolls.
We don't walk,
We crawls.


I'm just a British bird.
Its not absurd.

I'm just a British bird.

I like the fog.
I like to jog.
I eat like a hog.
I sing like a dog.

I'm just a British bird.

In love.

Am I

I've been away for so long.
I don't know what it feels like.

When I do it,
I don't feel wrong.

I'm flying,
This is flight.

I'm masturbating.