Yeah I know you
probly sleeping
and I should probly
not be thinking
bout how I wanna
stop desiring
and start being desired
and it is times like these
that I forget
bein’ at the club
with my sleeves rolled up
moon’s out guns out
lights out hands out
crotch a magnet
face a magnet
getting face
like I’m on the A-Team
wait
I am the A-Team
I’m first string
but that’s not the thing
Got the TV on mute
Forgot my suit
in KC
and you’re not amused
by my antics
but these ain’t antics
this ain’t warm ups
this ain’t come downs
this is a working weekend
my stack ain’t growing
my crotch ain’t showing
but I got a beer on my couch
in my starters crouch
wish you’d fire the pistol
got a cramp
and I’m cramped
I want more
that’s why I camped
on the precipice
of reality
I make myself what I want to be
but you’re so faraway
I don’t know what we can be
so I’ll get salty
saltry
pluck myself
like poultry
I try
like locomotives
runnin’ through the motion
in the air Im beating my mind off
goddamn it
why can’t we fuck?
when Im fucking
I wish I was celibate
and when I’m jerking
wish I was fucking
instead of masticating
on fantasies
masturbating with night breath spit
get an earful
get a wet willy
hard to yell
the dial tone
ain’t a good friend
though we talk all the time
he don’t listen
faggot
so Ill grab another beer
beat another off
like I’m unemployed
I’m only 27.
I’m only 27?
I’m only 27!
god just kill me
all dogs go to heaven
and I buried enough bones
to know
all hounds go to hell
I’m only 27.
I’m only 27?
I’m only 27!