Damn these strangers Whom we live amidst. How did they convince us To expend so much energy On such sorry little so-and-sos? Ya f*ck one sheep & now yer a shepherd? Choose one soul to know Then all these others come strolling Thru the narrow doorway (son daughter daughter son) Already bawling for the maul To take a hammer to yr early years. What a sham. Do not play it again, Sam! Tis the luv theme that got me Involved in this imbroglio in the first place, Reliving the worst adolescent parts Overnovernovernover. Prior to this damn fam sham scam I wuz gonna be a bum Maybe make one amazing thing Then die at 27 Just like all my socalled heroes. Cut to decades later: I’m still livid quick Kept on deck well past my sell by To zombie out the daddy dole: Gimme money Drive me places Kiss my booboos Kiss my arse– This some darkart domestic hoodoo Here. To conclude: Stay single; The well met marriage is an urban myth An aspirational assumption Making donkeys outta you & me. We should shake hands Thus part as friends For fear our limbs might get enmeshed Then spend the span untying knots Only to end full duped clear thru, Two more fools Soon parted from our hearts.
'Got a wife and kids in Baltimore, Jack
I went for a ride and I never went back.'
Don’t tempt me, Bruce
omg I cannot cope with this, Earl. I need some hope haha
Ya fk one sheep, just brilliant.
Entirely contaminated by domestic hoodoo. Therefore, fundamentally untrustworthy x
Thus luv makes fools of us all